Sunny Beach, Wild Ponies, Hungry Mosquitoes, Oh My!
July 29, 2008
Bill and I spent a near perfect weekend camping in Assateague. The only “bad” thing was mosquitoes who enjoyed a Christmas in July Buffet, courtesy of yours truly. Despite, what I thought was, a healthy coating of bug spray, I got a bunch of mosquito bites. Huge bites. But I digress.
The weather was fabulous, in the 80s. It was sunny and breezy. Truly we couldn’t have ordered better weather. Assateague is a very cool place. We were on the national park side (there’s a state park as well). It’s an island with bayside camping (that’s where we were) as well as ocean side camping (popular, hard to get spots). Wild ponies inhabit the island, but as yiou can see, they aren’t really scared of people. They are wild so I kept my distance. They are also smart, knowing where to go (and when) to get fresh water. Three of them were huddled around the fresh water pump and people would come to fill up their water bottles and the ponies would get fresh water.
Bill was surprised when I suggested a camping weekend. You may not know this about me, but I am not really into roughing it and am pretty high maintenance. But I thought this would be fun and relaxing, hence my suggesting the outing. It was unbelievable relaxing. There was no rush, no schedule. We sat by the fire waiting for dinner to cook. When it was done, it was done. And then we sat and read until it was too dark and then we lit our LCD lantern and read a little more. The stars were unbelievable. And in the far distance, you could see the glow in the sky of Ocean City. I even slept pretty well too, though I may investigate a thicker air mattress.
We spent the day at the beach, reading under our umbrella. The water was cold. We went all the way in on Friday and were having fun until a wave threw us down and deposited a ton of sand on us. A ton of sand. Saturday we just got our feet wet. The waves were strong and we were on a beach without lifeguards so I played it cautious. Plus, I did not want a repeat of the sand incident. People, I am talking a ton of sand. I was picking sand off my scalp all day…
As for the camping facilities, they were great. Very nice, pretty private sites. Some with amazing views. The washing and lavatory facilities were clean and well maintained. We really couldn’t have asked for anything more.
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My daughter (another Maragret) loves Asseteague. My personal opinion is that it’s because of the Misty books. She has wanted to go there since she was little and has had a great picture of a pony in her room for ages.
She’s been camping there twice now, but hasn’t gotten anywhere this close to the ponies.
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