End of the Day: Crawford. I left the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse behind me and reached the boats and pier of the tranquil little fishing village just as the late afternoon sun cast its last glimmer of light on the harbor. No one was around, just the boats and the gentle waters of the sound. It was a frantic place to be in the morning and afternoon when the catch of the day is brought ashore. But I happened to find the docks during that final moment of peace before the darkness came to Avon.