“Did you see any wild horses?”, that’s the universal question I get when I mention my recent camping trip to Assateague Island National Seashore. My sidekick Olivia the Whippet and I just got back yesterday and I have to say that Assateague has one of the most beautiful, serene beaches I have ever seen. Assateague and it’s sister town, Chincoteague are reknowned for the wild horses who populated and remain on the Island after a Spanish shipwreck hundreds of years ago. (Note: that famed shipwreck has not been verified, but the horses are truly wild and have a long history on the island.) The story and the towns came into national consciousness from the 1970 book Misty of Chincoteague by Marguarite Henry. I was obsessed with horses when I was young and Henry’s book thrilled me. So at age 51 I finally delivered on my childhood self-promise to see the wild horses at Assateague.
And to answer the question above…did I see the wild horses? Oh yeah! I had six in my tiny campsite. That’s my picnic table and campsite above!