May 2021, I was finally able to check camping at Assateague off my bucket list. Tanya, our Sisters on the Fly wrangler, hosted seventy-two sisters at this event. Camping with wild horses walking, charging, moseying, and galloping through our campsites was quite a trip. And I mean this in the trippiest sense!
These two above came charging right in our driveway the first morning I was there. I was seated at the picnic table, but I stood up sharply and waved my dishtowel at them, so they circled around the back of the site and then exited with a loud round of neighs and whinnies. They proceeded across the road where the home fries smelled much more interesting than my muesli and yogurt. Yum yum yum, right out of our neighbor’s pan on the fire.
I was sharing my site with my sister-pal, V. Moore, from West Virginia (Originally a Maryland girl!) She is well versed in camping with the wild horses. Yes. Horses, NOT ponies. They’re small in stature because of their diet. Mostly that’s salty beach plants. (And the occasional camper-food they can liberate.) V. showed me how to make our campsite a sort of complicated construct, to deter the herd from dashing through willy-nilly. They don’t want to get hung up on our tie-down ropes and our stuff.
We had the best neighbors, Mara, Debbie, and Debbie. SO good to camp with my sisters after this miserable pandemic year-and-a-half.
Gorgeous light!
I took a bunch of other photos at the fire, but all were too blurry to be of use. :-( Sorry Sisters. I did include the one of V. in her pelt. She looked like something right out of Game of Thrones. LOL
I did get to the beach one early morning. Not too much sunburn, and I finally caught photos of those brown pelicans fishing for their breakfast.
We were not permitted to gather all in one site for the traditional giant bonfire, so one of our brilliant sisters came up with the idea of a Pony/Pearls/Pie Stroll event one evening. A number of sisters put their tables out near the road, and we all brought our pies over to share. Then, we wandered along sampling, talking, and eating. I guess we outnumbered the horses, so they left us alone. Not too shabby, as far as pandemic work-arounds go!
We took a ride over to the federal side, and found ourselves in a horse/car traffic jam. But once we entered that part of the park, we were really lucky to find a herd of horses very close to the boardwalk. The foal over here was just a couple weeks old—even younger than the one living in the H-Loop.
Because of the no large group gathering rules in force, I did not have a chance to hang out and chat with many of the sisters I haven’t seen in a long time. That was disappointing. I hope to see you all at some other trip somewhere down the road. Safe travels, sisters.