11:51 am: so clearly I didn't write almost anything yesterday, but that doesn't mean nothing happened. Quite the contrary. So everything I wrote happened before ten am, and I wrote that blurb as we sat down to brunch in this adorable cafe in the town of Berlin where both the films "The Runaway Bride" and "Tuck Everlasting" were filmed. Since we had been up since six breakfast was far out of our minds and instead we ordered grilled cheese sandwiches and fries. From there we drove the Ocean City, a complete tourist town and after much ado got a hotel with a pool. My sisters small request. The afternoon we spent as tourists walking along the boardwalk, swimming in the pool, hanging out in the room. In the evening we went back to the Island and spent close to two hours watching a photographing a larger band of ponies that were grazing along side the road. A beautiful pinto stallion was the leader and walked straight up to our car challenging it. Then he stood there casually as if saying "oh it's fine if your here, I'm just going to stand here and make sure you don't do anything stupid." And of course I got some great pictures. Then we came back to the hotel, exhausted, and fell asleep.
5:36 pm: woke up at eight and after a simple breakfast packed up our things. By eleven we were out of the hotel and took a morning walk on the boardwalk which resembles a carnival with funnel cakes and Carmel apples and even some rides at one end. Mum said it looked how Coney Island used to be. In any case we walked enjoying the sea breeze, the sound of gulls, the sparking ocean and white sand to one side. Then the haphazard line of shops on the other. Then we got back in our faithful four-door and drove to Chincoreague island where it all began.
9:43 pm: even I can barely believe my fortune. As horrid as they can feel, I am so Lucky to have the family I have. My mother somehow managed to find the exact bed and breakfast where the book Misty of Chincoteague was written. I book I have loved and adored since childhood. It's one of the few books I have read multiple times, I'm more of a one time only reader. In any case after an hour and a half of driving along both high way and winding country roads we drove over the marshlands on a bridge and arrived in Chincoteague, and came to this large old house remodeled into a B &B called Miss Molly's. We inquired about a room and after thinking briefing the owner (a sweet looking woman with a comforting British accent said) well the Maurgurite Henry room where Misty was written is available. You can hardly imagine my elation which I, of course didn't show, when hearing this. Not only am I ON the Island, IN the house, I will sleep in the ROOM!!
The rest of the afternoon was fantastic today, except perhaps the six mile home I insisted on went we drove to the nearby Assateague (the southern portion) because I had to see more ponies. The hike was worth it though because it led us to the only currently visible band in the area. There six mares and a majestic stallion, who tolerated me taking photos, but when I would walk to close he glare at me, not in warning but annoyance and then herd his mares a short distance away. It was by far my favorite thing so far the were grazing along a gravel road, with the marsh on one side and a pond on the other. Despite the dead grass all around, it was stunning. And watching the herd dynamic was awesome too, the was one younger horse probably a yearling whom the stallion kept driving off, not enough as to let her get close to me, but keeping her away from his ladies. The natural weaning process. The baby kept disobeying him though which made him quite annoyed and it was clear he had a look like "seriously kid, stand still for two minutes will you?" I must sign off here now. Time to sleep in the wonderful room in a bed Ms. Henry may have slept in!
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