2013 was a VERY busy year for me with a whirlwind of happenings; definitely red-letter to say the least.
It was filled with so many remarkable occasions that I am not even going to start at the beginning, but I'm pulling one right out of the middle of events.
My husband, Greg, and I loaded up our Expedition and headed East. When we ran out of land, we boarded a boat and sailed until we hit land again, which was Shackleford Island.
It had been raining all day as we drove into historical Beaufort, North Carolina and the rain clouds had no intentions of dispersing. It was the week before the pirate invasion of this little village that gets pillaged annually.
I am not into pirating and pillaging, nor is my husband, so we located a boat that was still departing for the island of wild horses despite the inclement weather.
The ride to the island was wet and a little cold. I was thankful for my rain-gear. My husband uses a cane since he underwent a failed back surgery, so getting him off of the boat was a little comical to say the least.
This boat drops off the island visitors on a sandy beach and returns to the mainland. Visitors to the island carry what they take with them and an emergency contact number. They're on their own until the boat returns hours later.
I had worn sandals when I should have worn athletic shoes for trekking.
My plans were to go over the dunes to hike through the tight, winding horse trails in the center of the island, but first we made our way to the ocean-side of the island to do some shelling and exploring.
After locating the highest dune I climbed to the top where I could see the big water and Greg, east of me, walking along the seashore.
Beaufort lay to the west of me, along with the location of the horses. I spied them in this little grassy area, tucked between the small trees.
I was alone during my first close encounter with them, but moved away, back to the high dune, to let Greg know I had found them and where I was. The horse on the right was the one I tried communicating with to locate the herd, but that is another story.
She approached me a couple of times and we definitely made a connection.
This is where we told them goodbye. My camera died from the wet conditions and was not able to be revived. The boat had arrived, so it was time to head back to the mainland.
Below are a few images of the beautiful village of Beaufort NC .
Well I hope you enjoyed this little adventure of ours. I frequently think of the blaze-faced mare that caught my eye that rainy day. I hope she is doing well.
For those interested in the bloodline of these unique horses, their genetic marker, Q-ac, has only been found in descendants of Puerto Rican Paso Finos, the wild mustangs of Montana's Pryor Mountains, and the Wild Horses here on Shackleford Banks.
I found out later in the week that very large snakes inhabit the island. I did not see one or step on one while I was out in the brush -- PRAISE GOD and HALLELUJAH!!!
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