On Wednesday, August 5th, Mom and I, on a whim, decided we should pack up the kids and head to the beach again that following Friday. As if this impromptu travel wasn't crazy enough, on Saturday morning we really went out on a limb and headed nearly an hour southward and met up with some friends at Assateague Island.For those unfamiliar, Assateague is a long, narrow spit of land that runs along the eastern shore from Maryland to Virginia. On the island is a national park where the only natural inhabitants are wild horses, ponies, deer, mosquito and flies, all of which roam freely and often in close proximity to the park guests...with the latter closer than the former (ask my legs).
The North Beach is much like the beaches we normally frequent with a large parking lot and bath house. But that wasn't our destination. Instead, we dropped the van off at a remote parking lot, met our friends on the south beach, loaded our stuff into their Suburban and headed a couple of miles down shore via the sand. Check the picture at the beginning of the article. See that green arrow? Yeah, that's about where we were. No beach house. No roads. No data connection on my phone. This is a whole different way of beaching (can I use 'beach' as a verb?).
The whole experience was awesome. We had over 200 feet of beach front all to ourselves. We had a wide sandbar that allowed for some awesome skim-boarding for Aidan. We had lots of sun, comfortable temps, mild waves, hermit crabs, and...did I mention the amount of beach front we had all to ourselves?
