As the Stones prepared to kick off their latest round of geriatric calisthenics aka world tour, ThePassenger headed out to Maryland's Eastern Shore to catch a glimpse of some real wild horses at Assateague Island State Park.
Now, camping means different things to different people. For some people, camping means drinking beers outside the RV. For others it means strapping on a backpack and heading into the outback. If you are one of the former, then Assateague Island is the place for you.
Passengers with an idyllic vision of a secluded spot of beach were sorely disappointed, as were other Passengers who dreamed of exhilirating encounters with wild steeds. The steeds, it turns out, and their cute fawn companions, were more like "camp rats" (in the words of our friendly campsite neighbor): dirty, sort of diseased looking, and ravenously attracted to food and garbage. RVs and tents were packed in almost uncomfortably close, and there was little in the way of foliage to offer even a modicum of privacy.
However, ThePassengers had determined to have some fun in the sun, and sun-fun we had. The beautiful beach was a short jaunt over the dune, and the water was blissfully temperate. The sun, it turned out, was less temperate, and took a toll on everyone.
All in all, a great weekend trip. I'm not sure how people beat the heat for more than a day or two, but we met people who had been there at least a week already. We'll chalk it up to the impressive resilience of the human spirit, lots of Bud Light, and the foresight to book a spot 366 days ahead of time (no joke, we got the last spot for the weekend and we booked two months ahead). If ThePassenger sticks around Washington DC for another summer, we'll definitely be back.