We left Philly to camp near Assateague Island so we could see the wild horses. We were pleasantly surprised how nice the campground was. It had “resort” in its name so I assumed, like most of the others with that in the name, it wouldn’t qualify as a Resort. But It did and it was a really nice place, paved level sites with grass all around, a short walk to the Tiki Bar on the beach. Kathy even approved of the bathrooms and laundry. That’s been a tough review since we’ve been traveling. They even had a beach for the pups to play on.
What I thought was odd though was the quantity of golf carts in use. This place rented them. When driving up I thought we were at a golf club as there were at least 50 carts lined up in front of the office. After a day or so and it got closer to the weekend, there were golf carts everywhere. No one walks at the Castaways Resort… I kept thinking about LA and the song about no one walks in LA.
The only drawback to this campground was the 
whole place was only about 6″ above high tide, probably due to Hurricane Jose still being offshore. It made me think it could be a really bad spot if there was a full moon during a high tide.
Right down the road, on the way into Ocean City, I spotted this beauty in front of a restaurant. I just had to get a picture, I hadn’t seen one of these trucks since I was about 10 years old. They used to be around our neighborhood a couple times a week in the summer.
We drove over to Assateague Island to look for the horses. There was a greeting committee; but after them, we saw no more horses, only lots of reminders 
they were all around. The island is another low place and the water from the sound was very high. You can see in some of the pics down below, things that shouldn’t be underwater were. We were allowed to bring the pups out to the beach area here also. Lots of big waves on the ocean side of the island.
The next day we drove the hour to Chincoteague Island. What a dog unfriendly place that was. And we did not see any signs of the Chincoteague Ponys either. We did get some tasty Mexican take-out from a small trailer on the side of the road… Thankfully the day wasn’t a total bust as we found the 
Berlin Fiddle Convention happening on the way back to the campground. Quite a nice small town, surprisingly sans any empty storefronts. That has not been the norm anywhere we have been while on this trip. Most of the small towns had mostly empty storefronts on the main streets.
We arrived late in the afternoon, so a close-in parking space we found without 
any need for searching. Turns out Berlin was a dog friendly place, with lots of them walking their owners. They had closed off the main street and folks had just 
come for the show with their chairs. There were lots of small booths selling trinkets, food and beer. I found a beer right away as it was fairly hot in the sun. Next thing was to find some shade, luckily it was also readily available. Kathy perused the booths and I sipped a pretty good local brew. The fiddling wasn’t bad either.
