One night in Duck we ate at The Blue Point Grill, and were seated at a table that faced the sound. We couldn't have lucked out any better, as we got to watch the sun slowly set as we finished our wonderful dinner.
Appropriate that there were lots of ducks swimming by. Probably has nothing to do with the name of the town.
Then the next morning Joe was up with the chickens again. SInce our balcony faced the ocean, we got to see the sun rise. That day and every day thereafter.