Chincoteague, a horse of a different color
Layoff? Not so good. Planning a getaway after the “termination date?” Best thing ever! And this is how I landed on Virginia’s Chincoteague Island, in a little rental cottage all to myself. Heaven!
AA Hubby and I visited Chincoteague once before, on a return trip to Connecticut from a vacation at the Outer Banks. We stumbled upon and stopped for lunch at Bill’s Seafood Restaurant. The irony: we met at Bill’s Seafood restaurant in Westbrook, Connecticut. (Twenty-six years ago, this weekend, as a matter of fact.) Lunch was the extent of our visit, and my getaway was a follow-up to my plan to return for an extended stay.
Chincoteague is known for its wild ponies. Perhaps you’re familiar with Misty of Chincoteague? The rental cottage had a copy of the book, and I read it during my stay. There is a 1961 movie version, Misty, but I haven’t seen it.
I’m an animal-lover, so my whole intent during my getaway was to capture a wild pony on film. Well, digital memory card. I had learned about pony tours by boat which afford tourists an up-close view of the horses. I figured, based on this finding, that they were elusive. I’d never see one. Wrong.
On the second day, driving through Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge on the barrier island of Assateague, a stone’s throw from Chincoteague Island, I saw two. This mare and her foal. They stood in that spot the entire day. I think they were posing for all of the island’s visitors.
The next day, I rode my bike through the refuge on one of its beautiful bike paths, and found this gal (let’s call her Sally) hanging out in a parking lot. Obviously, she thought the car was a Mustang. Which would make her? Yup, Mustang Sally.