And, of course, you know I’m referring to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Motor Man and I were down for the weekend, and made our way up to Corolla early yesterday morning to see the wild horses.
We weren’t on the beach in time for the sunrise, but the sky and surf were beautiful when we arrived.
We were off to a slow start seeing any horses, but I thought this was interesting: wild horses beside this “road” sign. Guess they know that’s where they’re supposed to be.
But then, we drove back over to the beach, and saw this:
Eight horses, including a little one, down by the ocean. And the baby was feeling quite frisky. (This photo has been cropped: I definitely wasn’t this close.)
The two of them enjoyed a few minutes of playtime in the sand, while we all kept our required 50 feet distance from them.
Then, Mom said: “That’s enough”…
And they ran off toward the dunes.
Where they enjoyed Sunday morning breakfast with the family.
Another morning worthy of the 5 a.m. alarm.
these days of mine 