We arrived into Delaware the day before the project and then left the day after the project. It’s been our shortest stay in any state, but that’s meant to be a diss on Delaware. I’m sure there’s things to do and see, we just didn’t have the time…
What we did have time for was Noel. When Tyler turned his back after cleaning out drawer, Noel was quick to fill it. So naturally after that cute cat moment, I wanted to take it a step further and play dress up. Noel’s not the easiest-going cat. We don’t even clip her nails ourselves because she doesn’t like her paws touched. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem to mind wearing one of my sweaters — at least for these few fleeting moments.
After the Design Days at Lead Graffiti, we found an ALDI grocery store and stocked up on sparkling water, which is sort of a big deal. If you’ve ever shopped at an ALDI’s before, you’ll know the struggle of climbing up, over, and around the pallet of sparkling water flavors to find only a few scattered “unflavored” ones amongst the pile (which if you haven’t guessed, is sort of our favorite).
It was after this haul that we reconsidered our drinking habits, the space required to indulge in it on demand, and the time and budget required to keep us stocked. Doing the math we estimated that if we bought a Soda Stream, then it’d pay for itself within just a couple more hauls of a similar size. Plus, it would reduce our use of cans and cardboard that surprisingly isn’t always easy to find recycling for in many RV parks and campgrounds.
So we packed up the trailer, made room for the extra cargo, and took off on our way to the next state: North Carolina. But first, we stopped along the seashore at Assateague Island.
Seizing the opportunity to bring his own hammock to the beach, Tyler was right behind me hauling the metal frame across the sand and up the small hill overlooking the ocean in front of us. Naturally, this seemed like a seating upgrade, so I took occupancy of it for a bit while he wandered around with his camera.
This is probably my favorite camping site we’ve stayed at. Maybe, I don’t know. Since it was November, it was practically empty and we were able to snag a site along the sand, looking out to the ocean. Falling asleep and waking up to ocean waves, as well as Noel crawling all over you, Assateague was my jam.
The second morning there, we were juuuuuust about to set out to go find the wild horses when… surprise, they were all around us! Legend has it, a boat carrying the horses was shipwrecked along the Atlantic, close enough for the horses to swim and survive on the island. It truly was a magical experience and I wasn’t even a horse-obsessed girl growing up.
Later we drove further down the island and found the pack again. HAY, horse.
It was tough leaving the beautiful seashore of Assateague Island, but I tried to remind myself of the countless other places left to go, find, and enjoy. The last morning was spent snuggling and listening to the waves.
On our way out of the park and onto the next state, the horses lined the drive to send us off. At least that’s what we’re telling ourselves.