I don’t know why it has taken me so long to blog about our trip to Assateague. Maybe I have been overwhelmed by all the pictures of ponies munching on grass because we took a zillion of those. Or maybe it’s just because Fall whooshed in practically overnight and all those memories of sand in swimsuits, cold (public) showers, humid nights holed up in our tent playing cards and swatting mosquitoes, breaking our flimsy body boards trying to body surf crazy waves, waiting out the rain in starbucks, and waking up in the middle of the night to a pony pushing his nose into our tent have started to fade away into a not-so-distant past.
