We saw the wild horses on Cumberland Island

One more answer to prayer

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:

I was so happy biking around Cumberland Island that I didn't even care that my hair was getting fluffier by the moment in the humidity. If you know me, you that is pretty happy.
I was so happy biking around Cumberland Island that I didn’t even care that my hair was getting fluffier by the moment in the humidity. If you know me, you know that is pretty happy.
During the orientation we were told that bikes should stay mostly on the main road. I was a little disappointed, picturing something paved without much shade. Imagine our surprise to find out that this was the main road.
During the orientation we were told that bikes should stay mostly on the main road. I was a little disappointed. Imagine our surprise to find out that this was the main road. 
So maybe wild turkeys aren't your thing. They really aren't mine, either. But it still is pretty cool to run across them on a bike ride on a romantic island.
Maybe wild turkeys aren’t your thing. They really aren’t mine, either. But it is still pretty cool to run across them on a bike ride on a romantic island.
We had just eaten our lunch when we saw this horse having a snack of his own. He loved the Spanish moss.
We had just eaten our lunch when we saw this horse having a snack of his own. He loved the Spanish moss.
I had never seen an armadillo before, so it was quite something to see two of them scurrying around the trees.
I had never seen an armadillo before, so it was quite something to see two of them scurrying around the trees.
I really wanted to see some wild horses on the beach. I prayed about it but God, knowing we didn't have time to make it over to the beach before the return ferry, brought some horses right to me. This baby came right up and licked my bicycle tire -- and was followed by his mom and dad. It was amazing to me that the mom didn't seem to mind her baby being so close to me and the baby wasn't scared.
I really wanted to see some wild horses on the beach. I prayed about it but I think that God, knowing we didn’t have time to make it over to the beach before the return ferry, brought them to me instead. This foal came right up and licked my bicycle tire — and was followed by his mom and dad. It was amazing to me that the mom didn’t seem to mind her baby being so close to me and the foal wasn’t scared.

 

 

 

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