About every two months or so, I try to scheme some ways in which I can buy a house at the beach. These ideas basically involve me renting out the house for years and years to pay off the mortgage and then having it free and clear so that I can enjoy it for the rest of my life. Any other ideas? I’m accepting them.
This is what I want to experience on an extremely frequent basis. We had never been to Chincoteague before, and it sure delivered. It is a shore town without the hustle and bustle of commercialized islands, without a boat load of tourists, and without many attractions. It’s a barrier island to Assateague National Seashore, which is it’s biggest (and most beautiful) attraction. And that was perfectly alright with me.
A few friends came with us on this vacation to help me celebrate my birthday. It was good times.
I can tell I’m getting old. Having a class of wine before noon, continuing to indulge in alcoholic beverages throughout the day, made it difficult to stay awake past 11. I guess that’s what happens when you hit 30.
The horses were my favorite part. They were mostly really far away, which I understand happens during the summer months because they are hot and getting eaten by mosquitos and just want to be under the trees in the shade. Still, they were beautiful.
Some places on the island had rescue horses, so we got to see them up close. That is, when kids weren’t running around like nut jobs trying to stab the horses faces with their chubby little hands. Nice job, parents!
I’m still thinking about that place. I hope we get to go again next year. In the meantime, I’ll check out zillow every few months and torture myself.