So where did I leave off…
Oh yes, I was sitting in the sand, baring my nipple-collared titties to W and the world.
The beach and the Atlantic were beautiful, but there were actually quite a few people there. Apparently besides being a sanctuary for birds and wildlife, Assateague Island is also a popular destination for fishing parties and bonfires on the beach. All well and good, I suppose, unless you want to see wild ponies. And the wild ponies of Assateague were why we’d come there, after all. A park ranger had told us that the ponies liked to spend the colder months inland in the marshes and on the bayside, anyway, so we headed out across the dunes and into the marsh.
Because shortly after this we found an overgrown road with fresh pony tracks, and as soon as we were out of view of the beach, I ended up like this:
It was fun playing prisoner, and we walked for quite a while along that track, until we met up with a fellow pony-tracker, who told us there were ponies just around a bend in the road (W had taken the rope off quickly when he heard someone approaching.)
Soon, we found the little band of ponies, 3 mares, a foal and their stallion.
We followed the ponies at a safe distance as they continued on towards the bay. Our chance-met fellow pony-lover had long since disappeared, so I asked W to play cowboy–and lasso his ponygirl.
Later we decided to make use of another handy tree.
We did end up following the ponies all the way out to the bay.
I had to go pee. W thought “tinkling” next to the sign for “Tingling Campsite” was a splendid idea.
And that was the end of our day! Well, until this, later.
Next stop: Chincoteague Island!