My husband’s original plan for today included getting up at 4AM, which is something I whole-heartedly promised him I could do. If that’s what he wants every now and then, I’ll get up at 4 AM. “Sure, no problem honey”, I told him (I really meant it).
My husband knows me very well, however. He knows I will not like getting up at 4 AM just to photograph a sunrise in the freezing cold after a two-hour journey. So on Friday evening, he changed the plan to rather than getting there in time to see the sunrise, to leaving around 7:30 just take a walk on the beach when we got there.
And I loved this idea even better.
(Even though I had trouble waking up just to do that.)
Much to my husband’s surprise, we managed to leave the house at 7:30 this morning for our drive to Assateague Island National Seashore on the Maryland coast. We’ve been visiting this spot for around 20-25 years and today the beach was pretty darn cold, let me tellya.
I loved it! I love the smell and sound of the ocean. It is just so wonderful to watch the waves roll in, a repetitive motion that reminds you that no matter what happens in this world, the waves will continue.
I saw the usual things I see when I visit this park.
I saw some wild ponies.
I saw the ocean in all its majesty.
I saw a lot of my husband’s back.
I saw seagulls.
This one is surveying his territory.
Fishing for something tasty.
And just flying.
We both noticed how different the shoreline looks from when we first began visiting the park when our sons were really young. Every year, my husband’s parents would take our two boys with them to ‘camp’ in their RV for a week at the beach here. In later years when the boys stopped going, my husband and I would go and meet them there for a weekend.
They gave up the RV several years ago and I don’t remember the last time we camped here. But it’s a wonderful place. And in the winter, you practically have it all to yourself.
Thanks for coming along. And hello to all the new visitors. Oh, you think I didn’t see you out there, did you? Well, I do. I have ways, you know . . .
PS ~ I really do have ways to see who visits but I just don’t have the time to investigate. So don’t worry. Your lurking is safe. Honestly. And I don’t mind in the least.
Unless you’re an axe-murderer. Please go away, then.