If you’ve never kayaked before but want to try, I can recommend it to anyone, including beginners. Bald cypress and spatterdock water lilies. Did you know that girls can join the boy scouts now? The troop we saw had several girl members. A boy scout troop started on the water about 10 minutes after us and finished about the same time. That includes plenty of time spent exploring little coves and looking for wildlife. Unloading at Porter’s CrossingĪll told, it takes us about three hours to finish our paddle. The Pocomoke River Canoe Company You are here. All we have to do is keep paddling until we get back to their own dock in Snow Hill. We’re assured that it’s nearly impossible to get lost and then they load us in a van and drive us to our put-in. We chose their most popular trip called Porter’s Crossing – 5 ½ miles of easy paddling through bald cypress groves and past water lily beds on the Pocomoke River. We arrive and park at Pocomoke River Canoe Company where we’re shown a map of our route. (Thank god someone else said it so I didn’t have to.)Įarl and I are driving to Snow Hill, about 30 minutes away for a half day kayaking excursion. Sam was not having it – anything but oats was the request. We’ve volunteered to do French toast and sausage this morning, a welcome change from the overnight oats Earl made last year. When we get back, we start some more coffee and Earl starts on breakfast. Jen plans to hang out on the beach all day. Sam and Cindy booked a flounder fishing trip that departs from Ocean City at 8 am. Here and there sand flies up and out of a little hole where a crab is doing some morning housekeeping.īefore the sun peaks over the horizon, the clouds glow pink, and soon enough the orange orb breaks through the water.īack at camp, our friends are getting ready for the day. If they’re unlucky, a grackle will swoop in and steal their meal. Sandpipers are already darting in and out the surf, pushing their bills in the sand, searching for a crabby breakfast. We set up our chairs by the water and sit down to watch the morning show. Last night we didn’t see the moon, but now it’s risen half way up the sky. In five minutes we’ve got our mugs in our hands and our beach chairs on our backs as we walk up over the dune and on to the beach.
Earl sets up the propane stove and puts a kettle on to boil while he spoons coffee into the French press. And true to our word, we’re up by 5, but mostly because of the wild ponies walking through the campground.Ī young male horse calls out to his companion, “Hey are you there?” His friend neighs in return, “Over here.” Horses are loud and they seem to enjoy it.īy 5:20 the eastern sky is brightening quickly.
Tonight we decide to forego the campfire to turn in early – we’ve got another tradition to uphold – wake up at 5 am to make coffee and then watch the sunrise from the beach. In less than 30 minutes we’re done and it’s time to relax.
I set up the tent and our sleeping pads and bag, while Earl erects the canopy and fetches water. We’ve got a fine-tuned set up system for car camping. Jen texted me earlier: “All set up … On the beach chilling with horses right now.” Our friends have already set up their tents and left for dinner at the Assateague Crab House by the time we arrive. And just like last year, the air is warm, the breeze is cool, and my beer is cold. In front of us is the Atlantic, its waves silvery foam as they break on the shore. To the south we can see a few campfires flickering at the national park campground. Looking north toward Ocean City, we can see the Ferris wheel lit up red and spinning. Just like last year, we arrive around sunset and walk out to the beach with a beer in hand. It’s only the second year we’re camping with wild ponies here at Assateague State Park, but we’re calling it a tradition.
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