Our Redneck Fairytale
[Corova, NC]
Today we headed to the northern reach of the Outer Banks-- A stretch of beach inhabited by wild horses, accessed only in 4-wheel drive.
There's no better feeling than spilling over the dunes in a rusty old truck, winding through trees and thickets to discover a watering hole surrounded by wild ponies.
What is it about wild horses that speaks to autonomy... to spirit... to rambunctious, free flowing hair?
In that rusty old truck, we flew over the dune only to find the next chapter had been written in the story of the ever-changing island. Remember that super storm that took over the news last month? Well, so do the dunes. The accesses to the watering holes were completely blocked with debris from the storm. Good for the ponies who are grateful for some peace and quiet. Subpar for those of us chasing a photo.
We were blessed all the more with a beautiful rainbow and stunning sunset. Oh, and the last lights coming in on the marsh (doesn't that cloud formation on the right remind you of a snowflake?) I am so thankful for this time to rest here on the Outer Banks, surrounded by the beauty of our Lord's creation... contemplating the new mercies each day and the ultimate act of mercy that came at this time many years ago.