One Final Horse Hunt

114 horses on the island. We had no trouble seeing any the first couple days. They pretyy much came to us. But once the Kelly's arrived they seemed to be incognito. We decided to go on one last horse hunt before heading back to the site for some campfiring. Looked here, there, most of the easy sites that included minimal hiking and no dice. One last spot would prove to be the lucky one.

Bill keeps his distance

oh no Barb, they;re charging!

family shot

the Kelly's + horses

can you see us?

exploring the beach

he was ignoring me

burr in the baby feet

good job

Horse Are Far But Deer Are Close

After a little grocery shopping and returning from Ocean City we thought we'd take a drive down the island to try and find some horseys. Unfortunately the only horses we could find were out in the middle of the marsh and this is as close as we could get...

But when we got back to our campsite...

this fool was eating our grass.

He let me get real close

I smelled his breath

A Welcome To Assateague

So we went to Assateague on Monday. It's the tiny island off Maryland with all the wild horses running around. We weren't sure we'd see any, but thought it'd be fun to campout even if we didn't. Amazingly, we pulled into the campground, found our site, and as if they were the welcoming committee, there they were...

With the sun going down and the temperature dropping we wasted no time putting up the tent, and Yuula was immediately excited about the entire debacle.

How often does she get to use her sledgehammer?

The fire took a few tries, but the wind died down enough to get one going with minimal tantrum.

An easy dinner for our first night

Yuula needed some extra warmth

Eating by only candlelight

cheese roll it is

blurry but delicious

so far she loves camping

the tent may have well been Disney World

everyone got bundled up

Yuula stayed up with the flashlight

the sky was amazing

goodnight

A Pile Of It

We're on the verge of actually planting some plants in the vegetable garden, but first we need something to plant it in. Pocono dirt is notoriously rocky, so we turned to our master gardeners up the mountain for their premium compost, full of tasty horse turd and goat nugget, aged to perfection and ripe for the pickin'. Pick we did.


The givers of life thru dookie.


Right at home in a mountain of crap.


Yuula has no place complaining about the smell of someone's poop.

Owens' Farm Found

We knew we had some family living nearby, further up the mountain. Family from my mothers side. Her fathers sister and her daughter, Eileen & Susie. When we finally found the house we realized we had driven past it, a couple of times, without even knowing. Nice big white farmhouse, perfect for exploring. I found a horse & an old truck. I wonder if they knew about them.




The house is split down the middle (literally) and we got the tour of Eileen's side. If I was a 70 year old woman, this would be exactly what I would want my house to look like. Perfect. Laura agreed.



This creepy doll was the only thing I'd have to probably have to get rid of. I'd lie awake at night wondering when it was going to finally smother me in my sleep.



Susie & Eileen took us out to eat at their local dive bar/restaurant/hotel called, The Hotel. Laura had the Georgie Porgie & I had a plate of pesto linguini. Quite delicious. Here's the snapshots I was able to sneak of our hosts. I got the feeling they don't like having any photographic evidence.




Good news is, now we know where they live, about half an hour over the mountain. We plan on going over to shovel up some horse crap. We need it. Really.

Curious Horse/Curious Fran

Cagle's Horse Farm

Hickory Flat, GA

October 24th, 2006 @ 12:29 PM

[exactly 2 years ago]