Okay yes. I forgot about this blog thing. I knew it was going to happen but I’m back (I think) and on a new domain! WordPress makes me look professional and honestly it is just so much easier to deal with. So today, I have another photo filled post for you.

A few weeks ago we decided to head down to the Outer Banks in North Carolina. We packed our bags, grabbed a lawn chair and piled into our truck, ready for an adventure. The drive down was pretty peaceful, the scenery alternating between farm land and ocean.

We soon made it to the Outer Banks and decided to venture down to a little tourist pitstop, where we watched fish get chased by crabs and ate some ice cream.

We then decided to travel down unmarked roads and head over to Corolla, where there are apparently wild horses. If you know me, you would know that once I heard this, I was ecstatic. But first, we had to drive next to the ocean, on bumpy beach terrain, alongside many other crazy people.

After a bumpy car ride, I finally found what I was looking for. A wild horse.

I never understood how there could be wild horses. And with the Outer Banks being a huge tourist attraction, I can’t seem to figure out where they live. But nevertheless, I enjoyed the two minutes I had with them.

We decided to return to the normal part of the beach, the part where humans inhabit. I found some seashells, as you do. The water wasn’t too cold and the sun was still shining, so it was a relaxing way to end the day.

Have you heard of wild horses? Are you a fan of the beach? I’m still getting used to it – never understood how people can sit out there for hours. Let me know in the comments!