I love camping because we haven’t been in awhile, not since the last time we were at Assateague, in fact, and it always feels good to get away from the city for a bit. I love camping because I love the Eastern Shore and its long rows of southern trees, punctuating the drive between rivers and bridges and boats. I love camping because it involves a little roadtripping to get there, and I love roadtripping because it means stops at Chick-Fil-A and the endless creation of lip-synch music videos, sent out across social media to annoy all of our loved ones.
I love camping because it doesn’t matter how you look, and even if you looked halfway decent before setting out, you won’t by the time the wind has whipped your hair every which way and you are perpetually adding and removing layers, a constant dance of hot and cold that nature demands this time of year. I love camping because it is ok to not wash your face, and just wear a ball cap all weekend.
I love camping at Assateague especially, because you get to stand on the beach at that massive ocean and feel so tiny, get to fall asleep with the battering of the wind against the tent and the waves upon the shore… even when said massive wind gives a touch of danger to the whole affair, as you aren’t quite sure if your massive tent will make it through the night, even after being braced by two picnic tables. I love camping because it means making time for flying kits, examining the underbellies of horseshoe crabs, and playing cards by the light of a camp lantern. I love camping at Assateague because PONIES.
I love camping because of late night s’mores, and breakfast s’mores, and post breakfast last chance s’mores. I love camping because of trail mix and hot chocolate and that faint taste of sand and ash that gets in everything. I love camping because of this sausage medley made over the fire and an amazing bacon breakfast hash the next morning. I love camping because it is totally acceptable to eat that awesome hash directly out of the skillet after all the plates blew away. [James loves camping because of beans you cook directly in the can over the flames… but obviously my version of camping is a tad more gourmet/high maintenance. Not ashamed.]
And I love camping because I got to do it with these people, my favorite people, my family, and they are just the best. I love them more than ponies and beach views and breakfast hash, and even more than s’mores. Which might just be my highest compliment.
The Art in Life 
Maryland side or Virginia side?
The Maryland side! I’ve never been to the Virginia stretch- I assume it’s probably pretty similar?
I went there for the first time on Labor Day. Wild horses + sunshine + Atlantic Ocean = perfect beach. I’m curious–does sand get everywhere when you’re camping?
YES. My entire apartment is somehow still covered in sand just from carrying stuff in. But it’s worth it!
wow, what adventure
On 29 September 2015 at 06:24, The Art in Life wrote:
> Hannah posted: ” I love camping because we haven’t been in awhile, not > since the last time we were at Assateague, in fact, and it always feels > good to get away from the city for a bit. I love camping because I love the > Eastern Shore an”
we’re going camping tomorrow! YAY!
Have fun! It is hurricane-rainy here on the East Coast, but I hope you are camping somewhere dry!
yeah, we went to Lake Lyell in Lithgow. Super fun!! And thanks i had lots of fun!!!! 🙂
For the first time in my life, I am intrigued by the idea of camping thanks to your beautiful pictures and summary of the experience. Seriously. I have never-ever-ever-not-in-a-million-years wanted to camp. Why? One simple modern concept: BATHROOMS (or the lack there-of). Just curious — were there bathrooms nearby?? On a side note, I LOVE that island and the ponies. PONIES. Those adorable, bloated from the salt-water ponies. 😀
Yes! At Assateague State Parks there are bath houses with showers, toilets, etc. super close by!
YAY!!!!
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