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by Darren Caffery
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FULL MOON STAMPEDE
Assateague Island National Seashore, Maryland
April 17-20, 2008

On Thursday, after about a 4 hour drive from the
Jersey Shore, Tom K and I arrived in Ocean City, MD at about 3 pm and met up
with Chuck & Joyce at the Flagship Hotel at the northern end of the boardwalk.
The weather was perfect so after checking into the hotel, we walked the entire
length of the boardwalk and back. After walking about 4.5 miles, we worked up a
thirst and appetite and decided it was time for happy hour so we walked on over
to
Mother's Cantina for some margaritas. Shortly thereafter, upon the
suggestion of the bartender, we walked over to another nearby joint called
Coin's Pub & Restaurant for dinner and to discuss the details of our
Assateague paddling and camping plan.
On Friday morning we awoke to sunny skies and warm temperature and after
checking out of the hotel, we stopped at the market to pick up some booze and
last minute provisions before heading over to Assateague National Seashore. We
arrived at the Assateague Ranger Station at about 9:30 am and were surprised to
see that the park office was busier than the hotel we stayed at. We had
planned to stay at the Pope Bay
backcountry campsite, unfortunately,
there were no spaces available at that site, so we ended up
staying at the closer, Green Run site. Since the weather forecast for Sunday
was questionable for thunderstorms and heavy winds, we decided we would reserve
our last night at the Pine Tree site which would put us a bit closer to the
takeout for Sunday. If it was going to storm on Sunday, we would only be about 5
miles from the takeout.
The parking lot at Ferry Landing was
bustling with kayakers. I had my Jersey Shore
Sea Kayak Association (JSSKA) T-shirt on and another paddler who was from
Northern NJ came over, and introduced himself. At the launch site, we also met
Bob and Anna, who reported they were going to be camping at the same site as our
group. After some socializing, we began loading all of our camping gear and
provisions into our kayak hatches. We launched out of Ferry Landing into the
Chincoteague Bay at about 10:45 am. With our kayak hatches bulging with our
"stuff" and our kayaks low into the water, we took a relaxing southward paddle
along the marshy coastline, enjoying warm temperatures, a sunny sky, lots of
grazing horses and pleasant chit-chat with fellow paddlers. After about 5 miles
of paddling, we pulled into the Pine Tree site and had lunch. The site was
bustling with kayakers, canoeists and a few people who came in on a small
sailboat. After lunch, Chuck and Joyce relaxed while Tom and I explored the
Pine Tree sites a bit. In less than an hour, we shoved back off into the bay
and paddled northward towards the Green Run backcountry campsite which would be
our home for our first night on the island.

We arrived at Green Run at about 4:45 pm after about 11.6 miles of paddling. After emptying our hatches and hauling all our stuff up the small trail to the campsite, we set up camp. Within the first hour at the site, we brushed a few ticks off ourselves. Contrary to the reports of no mosquito activity, a few of the little buggers were biting down by the water, but were not too prevalent at the campsite. While Joyce took a nap, Chuck, Tom and I gathered some firewood and prepared for the evening campfire. After enough wood was gathered and Joyce had a good nap, she graciously prepared a happy hour spread and we all relaxed at the picnic table with some wine, cheese, crackers and pepperoni. At about 7 pm we began getting the fire ready for dinner. We invited Bob and Anna over to our site and we all prepared our dinners. Tom and I grilled some mesquite chicken breasts over the campfire and ate them with a hearty serving of wild rice. We all ate dinner together and chatted and as the sun went down, so did the temperature. After dinner, and to Joyce's delight, I broke out the telescoping forks and we toasted marshmallows for smores over the campfire. We threw more logs on the fire, drank more wine and chatted some more as the ocean surf roared in the distance and the nearly full moon, illuminated the campsite through the forest of tall pine trees.

Most of the group retired to their tents rather
early, at about 10 pm. Tom and I took a hike through the wooded trail which
lead to the beach. The beach was well lit from the light of the full moon and
it cast a shimmering luminescence on the dark shadowy water of the Atlantic
Ocean as the large waves pounded the beach. The sky was clear and filled with
stars. The beach was a bit chilly from the wind, so we decided to start hiking
back to the warmth of the campfire. After we arrived back at the site decided
we'd hang out around the fire until it smoldered out. While we were relaxing by
the fire, three wild horses startled us while they stampeded behind us, through
the dark portion of our campsite. They made such a loud noise as they stampeded
through the campsite that I was surprised none of the other campers awoke.
One of the horse tripped over a log, grunting loudly before running away. Good
thing he didn't break his leg! After the horses were all gone, Tom walked down
to the porta-potty while I sat and enjoyed the hypnotic crackling and burning
embers of the campfire. As the flame of the fire dwindled, the campsite was
largely silent with only the distant roar of the ocean surf. A few minutes
later, the silence was broken and I see Tom running back to the campsite with a
look of fear on his face. Before I could even get a chance to ask him what the
hell was going on, he's yelling " the horse is chasing me" and in an instant I
see this huge wild horse charging behind him. I didn't know whether to laugh or
to run, it all happened so fast. As Tom reaches the campsite, he's all out of
breath and the horse quickly stops in his tracks. Frozen like a statue for
about a minute, the large wild horse stares Tom down, then grunts loudly, shakes
his head side to side and then runs off into the woods. It was very strange,
..... like Stanley Kubrick strange.
"What's going on out there?" Joyce squeaked from inside her tent.
"Tom's teasing the horses", I replied.
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