The boys and I went camping at Assateague Island this weekend. Fun time, though I got a bit more sun than I expected. The ponies, while wild, have no fear of people. They visited our campsite both nights (the first night one woke me up when he knocked over one of our food bins). I got out of the tent to find him standing over the bin with an english muffin hanging out of his mouth.
We had toast the next morning.
The campsite was nice, though has no shade (hey, it’s on a beach). Also, no privacy whatsoever. I’m used to camping in the woods where even though you can see/hear a nearby campsite, there are trees between you. And voices do carry at night! You parked the car out of site a bit back, and walked in to the site(s). There was a fence directly behind us (see picture below), to prevent people from walking over the dune to get to the ocean; you walked down about 50 yards to a walkway through the dunes. In the picture below, our tent(s) are directly behind and the ocean is just over the dune.
The water was *so* warm! First day had gentle waves, but a ton of jellyfish. Didn’t stop Brandon and I from swimming, but Dylan preferred to poke the jellyfish on the beach with a stick vs. swimming with them. The second day there were no (or few) jellyfish, but much bigger waves. No pictures of the ocean because the wind was too intense, and I didn’t want to get sand/spray on my camera. But it was a nice beach. I had bought a cheap beach umbrella the day before – but the wind was a bit intense. At one point the umbrella blew away, and as I was loping after it, Brandon comes running past me to catch it as it was going end-over-end. He just smiled and said something to the effect that it was a good thing he was there or I’d never have caught it. Prolly right, kid.
While the ponies did wake me up both nights, I didn’t mind – especially the 2nd night since they didn’t knock over anything (food was in the car). However, some idiot camper(s) had a dog a few sites over (on the other side of a dune), and it barked a lot during the night, waking me (and others!) at 1, 3 and 5 am. Joy. Why do people take dogs camping if they can’t control them? I used to take my dogs all the time, but kept them under control. Oh well.
The boys slept through the dog and ponies both nights; they had their own tent and were dead to the world until about 6am when I could hear Dylan saying “wakey wakey, Brandon, time to get up”. The older brother was none too happy about that. :)
