Our first full day in Virginia started with coffee, of course. We had purchased a new batch of freshly ground coffee in Grand Rapids for our trip well knowing that Mary had a french press waiting for us. Every morning was a tradition of coffee, a boiled egg, dutch edam cheese and a slice of health bread that Marlene had made for our trip. The health bread recipe comes from her sister Fran and we have it often on trips to eat in the car. It was very cozy to sit at the dining room table with a French tablecloth and enjoy the ambience of the home and the view out the back screened in porch.
Later on, about noon, we headed for Snow Hill. There was a Celtic festival going on and we intended to see what was going on. We had a wonderful time and saw many wonderful things. There were even sheep dogs that entertained us by hearding several sheep in an enclosed area. There was also music (bagpipes), food, demonstrations, singing, weaving and many, many more traditional Celtic happenings. The festival took place in a restored village called Furnace Town. It reminded me a lot of Williamsburg, Va. The normal happenings and demonstrations were going on ... weaving, painting, garden walks ... all while the celtic festivities were woven into the day.
After the Celtic festival, we headed for Chincoteague Island. We parked our car just over the bridge and biked across the island to the bridge that led to Assateague, the National Park part of the island chain. Assateague is the name of the Native Americans that lived here early on in the growth of our country. There were wonderful biking and hiking trails on the island. We saw many shore birds, a small breed of elk, wild ponies, an eagle shown above and many beautiful marsh scenes. The elk that live here are Sika's and were in fact introduced to the island by a group of Boy Scouts in the 1920's. Once we had visited all of the sights that we intended to see, we headed back to the bridge. Along the last bit of stretch across a large salt marsh with a magnificent view, we happened upon a small pickup truck with it's back door open. Upon passing the vehicle, we saw the owner seated on a chair and quietly strumming his guitar. What a beautiful scene.
Once we had made our way back to the car we headed to the south end of Chincoteague and watched the sunset. A beautiful end to a beautiful day.
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