This last weekend we went camping at Assateague Island on the Atlantic side of the Chesapeake Bay. We were right on the beach which meant that Eve was able to experience the ocean for the first time. Of course Assateague Island is famous for it's wild ponies. There were tracks and dropping around our campsite but we didn't see any our first day.
This is what we woke up to the next morning. And right in our campsite too.
Raised in a small South Dakota mining town where he learned the value of a sturdy pickaxe and native tubers, Scott is a man's man who knows the meaning of the word testosterone. Apart from devouring freshly slain beasts of the forest, Scott enjoys sharpening his tools, lifting heavy objects, and throwing a ball at a hoop suspended ten feet off of the ground. He also enjoys Romantic Era poetry and Italian cooking.
