Assateagues Hidden Wonders - My Family Travels

As we were driving over the river, my excitement grew. I could almost taste the sweet air of the rural country side. We had just left the small city of Chincoteague which is the home town of the famous story by Marguerite Henry, Misty of Chincoteague. I had always been in love with horses and after reading that book I couldn't wait to witness the magic of the island myself. I just prayed that we would be able to catch a glimpse of the hidden beauty of the ponies. Finally we reached the bridge, but it felt like my father was driving as slow as a snail. It was unbearable. This difference in time could mean that I would miss the horses and never see them. I finally yelled at my dad to hurry up. After what seemed like hours we finally arrived on Assateague Island. We drove slowly around to make sure we fully absorbed the beauty of this island. There were gorgeous trees and birds I had never seen before. It was the most mystifying scene I had ever laid my eyes upon. We came around a corner and my dream had finally come true. Standing right beside the road was a small herd of the most statuesque horses I had ever seen. I almost forgot to take pictures because of I was so blown away by their powerful pressence. The pure smell of ponies and the fresh ocean breeze filled the air. I was basking in this moment. It was a moment I waited for my whole life and here it was right in front of me. I had finally witnesses the hidden beauty of Assateague.

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