My step-dad, Ken, is a sailing man. It's really where his heart is, and we were lucky enough (thank you Lord for decent wind) to get to experience sailing with someone who has such a passion for it. It was a beautiful day in Beaufort, with unseasonably cool (in the 80's) weather. Andre, Cash, Ken, and I went out in the Beaufort inlet for a relaxing morning on the O'Day23.
Downtown Beaufort is centered around a main street, Front Street, and it sits...literally...right on the water. One side of the road is filled with boat docks, and waterfront restaurants, and the other side with charming little shops. Anyway, when you are walking by the docks, you can look out and mere yards away is Carrot Island running parallel to Front Street. On this island there are wild ponies that have lived there for hundreds of years. They are beautiful, and have a really interesting history of how they arrived on this island. It is said that the horses swam from Spanish ships that were sinking off the coast. The islands that the ponies live on is a wildlife reserve, and has been untouched by man. I am totally intrigued by the ponies, and thought you might like them, too. Apparently, there are wild horses all along island down the Outer Banks.
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