Blame it on Misty of Chincoteague, I’ve been smitten with the idea of wild horses since the fourth grade.
Finally I was able to see some.
The story starts two Fridays ago.
I had been working hard with the boys and homeschooling and was about to tear my hair out.
I was running on a treadmill watching the boys (yes, our missions house has a treadmill) and complaining to God.
“I hate this.” (referring to running).
“I’m angry.” (not sure why).
“I’m sad.” (tears welling up)
You get the idea.
I started begging God for a break, specifically that Jake would come home and invite me on an overnight getaway that he would proceed to plan (nothing like being specific!).
Well, he did, and we went.
We drove down to Savannah and on the way down were able to get reservations on a ferry out to Cumberland Island (a miracle itself but that story is for another time).
I had never really heard of Cumberland Island but it turned out to be one of the coolest places I’ve ever been.
You take a 45-minute ferry and then are let loose on an island owned by the National Park System. You either walk or ride a bike everywhere you go. There are no stores. Or restaurants. Nothing but dense trees covered with Spanish moss inland and miles of uninhabited beaches all around.
But the best part is the wildlife. We saw horseshoe crabs, armadillos, wild turkeys and …. (drum roll please)…. wild horses.
And we were only there four hours.
Here are some pics: