Where there is adventure, Brian is certainly involved. In fact, he is usually the mastermind behind all our fun and crazy ideas. We have talked about going to Assateague Island for years now. We almost went last weekend, and almost went again this past Saturday. But between the weather forecast and some prior commitments, we decided to postpone again. Just in case, though, Brian wanted us to go to the Saturday evening church service. Because you never know what Sunday might bring.
Five thirty Sunday morning Brian got out of bed and started prepping for our (non-existent, I thought) trip to the beach. He then proceeded to coax the crankiest wife ever (yours truly) out of bed. A steaming cup of coffee was his main source of bribery. He knows how to play the game. I had a lot of reservations still, because the state park's website had a long list of vague, often self-contradictory rules, and I didn't want to get turned away at the door for a minor technicality. Brian told me to trust him, so I released my concerns and willingly packed up the truck. We even brought Sasha along, which I was really excited about, but also the most hesitant about. Dogs? On a national beach? Is that even legal?
There were a lot of things about this island that, anywhere else, would have been illegal or unheard of. And yet, by noon we were on a beautiful East Coast beach by ourselves, with our dog, with our truck, with music playing. We had the freedom to build a bonfire, drive on the sand, seek out the wild horses, paddle board, fish, and camp. Such a place is unheard of. It felt surreal the entire time we were there. Our last-minute decision to spend the day at Assateague Island could not have been more perfect.
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