We finally made it back to Assateague. The bugs weren't too bad at all. Our friends arrived shortly after we got there. After a nice night we were up and at the beach early. After a perfect sunny day we all decided to head for dinner and a walk on the O.C. MD boards. The next day we watched a couple set up a brand new, teeny tiny pop up.
The rangers were very specific during the check in process at the campground office. No booze at all (except in a motorhome) or coolers outside. They also had prominently displayed on the bulletin board in the office, horrifying photos of several little girls with sweet pink ribbons in their hair. The girls had been bitten by horses. Each horse tooth mark was dripping blood. It is amazing how well horse bites show up on the freshly sunburned skin of a 12 year old girl.
Several snapshots in full color were also posted of a horse, dead or dying. He had been hit by a car. Very strange how only the whites of a horse eye showed after being clobbered to death by an automobile. Posted directly next to each other the photos are otherwise unrelated. The mother of the kids who were brutally attacked did not run down the pony. The volunteers actually seemed surprised at the question. "What?" I needed to repeat. "Is this the horse that bit these girls?" I pointed at the carcass of the two tone animal. He needed an X in the pupils to look more bizarre.
On the third day we saw 3 horses across the street, at the tiny pop up site . The horse trio was a burglary crew. One just ate grass and distracted the people. While the other one opened coolers and feasted on the contents. The third watched out for Mr. Ranger.
The owners of the pop up were going berserk. The guy went into the camper and tried to scare off the horses. The dude somehow felt protected by a gossamer layer of nylon mesh screening. He rattled, waved and shouted at the marauders without effect.
The horse spotted the cooler and went to town.
Dude was freaking! So was the lady.
He sent her to get the car and run down the four legged beast.
He indicated for her to gun the motor and smash that foul demon from hell. That is appropriate punishment for licking ice and munching a few carrots out of a cooler.
They finally moved away, mission accomplished!
Thank goodness for the mechanized infantry.