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The horse-crazy 11 year old girl in me still gets all excited seeing the wild ponies. I still harbor the dream of one day owning one. We've yet to go during pony penning week, but one of these years....
The week was just what we needed. We went to the beach every other day, giving our lily white skin a day in between to rest and breathe without sunblock slathered on six inches thick. In between we bummed around town, slept in, ate fudge and took naps.
We bought shrimp from the folks that have a stand on the side of the road and I made yummy shrimp bisque and sauteed shrimp. Bill took the kids crabbing one morning (an excercise in catch and release) and Jake, Lydia and I met up with them on the beach afterwards. One afternoon we drove out of the sleepy fishing town and up to the bright lights of Ocean City for some time on the boardwalk. Um...were the t-shirts in those shops always that raunchy? The risque "Grab a Heiney" of my youth seems pretty tame in comparison.
Then we ate some more fudge, took some more naps, went out on the beach some more and came home. Perfect! More photos to follow.
posted by Gretchen at 3:33 PM
3 Comments:
Oooh this sounds like sooo much fun! what a great vacation! The pictures are beautiful.
Very nice.
I went there as a child. Don't remember seeing the ponies :( but do remember my dad getting lost and finding the town dump!
Where did you go? Only place I know with ponies is Ocracoke Island in NC.
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