I have never been a beach girl. I know, I know. One of the few out there in the world, but they had just never really appealed to me. I’m the “sitting out at the lake in the middle of nowhere” kind of girl. Still, when I heard of this beach I just had to go.
I had just gotten a tent as my five year anniversary gift from my “actually pays the bills” job and I was dying to use it. I love camping. Sleeping out in a tent, bundled up in a sleeping bag, rocks sticking in your back, and taking in the stars all while lying beneath that big dark midnight blue sky…it makes my heart happy. That one ridiculous rock and all.
My first instinct was to go to Montana, Wyoming, or Colorado somewhere like that where the mountains are tall and the wild horses run free. Being on a limited budget and not necessarily wanting to drive an entire day out, I did some research to see what my options were. That is when I found it.
Assateague National Seashore. My new favorite place to visit. Horses run free and sand under my feet…more appealing than what I thought. With it only be a nine hour drive, the dog and I set out a few hours after midnight (to get an earlier start) and we were there by two or three in the afternoon. There is a small possibility that my GPS may have taken us around every bloody freakin’ tow road there was increasing our drive. Not to mention, apparently my GPS does not like Pennsylvania at ALL. So, that was fun.
We got to the campsite, set up the tent, and headed immediately to the beach. I’m not going to say that I was immediately hooked, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t immediate see the appeal. That big blue Atlantic staring me in the face, warmth of the sand on my bare feet, and that May sun beaming down….yes, okay…I get it now.
We had four glorious days on the beach. Horses sneaking up here and there. It was quite a scene. I had this vision, while planning my trip, of coming home with all these stories and finding myself. Sitting on the beach, everything just kind of disappeared. Clarity was clear as the sky, but stories didn’t come rushing in. It was just a serene, peacefulness that sank in while basking in the sun.
Getting lost in the ocean. Watching the beast (that is what I called my baby girl dog at the time) just soaking it all in. It was hard to want to think about…well, anything. It is easier to enjoy the moment when you are not thinking.
I still can’t say that I’m a beach girl. I am never going to have the desire to live on the beach. I will never say that I enjoy long walks on the beach. I’m never going to enjoy that finding sand hiding a year later. However, I can say I’d frequent a beach bond fire or two and that I will never turn down the 5am wake up call to watch a beach sunrise. This will be why I’m going back at least one last time, because we never know what tomorrow will be and it is well worth the drive.
Montana Rose Photography