“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!
So great you got to see the horses. I visit there when ever I am back on the East coast near my friends in Ocean City, MD.
Hello, sweet Sally!
So nice to hear from you! Are you still globetrotting? Would love to see you sometime.
looks beautiful, always wanted to check this place out
This time of year is perfect. No bugs, not too hot and dogs welcome in some places. 🙂