The Coast Guard patrols the waters of Chincoteague Island. They kick off the Pony Swim and take care of the navigatable waters in the area. Their station is located:
Coast guard station in Chincoteague, Virginia
3823 Main St, Chincoteague, VA 23336
Hours: Open 24 hours
Phone: (757) 336-2874

Fishing is king! In the spring, there is flounder, this is the best time for them, they tend to be larger, striped bass and drumfish can be found in the bay and I have caught them in the surf. In the summer: flounder, trout, croaker, sea bass, kingfish, and spot in the bay as well as the surf. Heads up! There are bluefin and yellowfin tuna offshore.

I never tire of the beach. I never tire of fishing, clamming, scalloping, or crabbing. It is probably because I don't go every day. I guess it is like gardening in some ways. There is work to be done, but, the reward is free food. You just cannot beat that. So the sea is good to me and I, in turn, must be good to her. Take good care of our earth and she will take good care of you.

Tomorrow will be the big auction, so tonight they will take the mama ponies and will put them in the barn stalls to make the morning easier. The separation is never easy for me. It is part of what needs to happen, but, I am not sure that makes it any better. My heart is a little heavy when I left, I know there will be babies and mothers calling into the wind tonight. The little ones are tired and lay flat down on the ground and take a nap. It has been a long day. tomorrow will be longer and a little confusing for them. Sleep well, little guys.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

Get here early. It is always crowded and the auction starts bright and shiny at 8 am. Thank you for taking the time to visit my post. It's been a long day and I am calling it a night. And just like that, this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we will do it again.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost