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Voice of Confidence Despite Mountain to Move

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By Windy Mason

After 23 years working in the maintenance department for the Virginia end Assateague Island National, Ish Ennis was promoted to chief of maintenance last September 1; and took over the office at the Maryland Visitor Center, in charge of the entire barrier island seashore. Two and a half months later, the November nor’easter called Ida roared up the Atlantic Ocean and dumped 3 to 4 feet of sand on the beach, burying the parking lots.

Suddenly, Ennis faced the massive job of moving a mountain of sand around and coming up with a plan to restore parking in time for the coming summer beach season, when up to 1,000 visitors a day travel through the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge to the oceanfront.

But Ennis is a voice of confidence. Not a sign of panic anywhere, even though the beach months are fast approaching. That’s because in his time Ennis has seen any number of storms. He had on his desk, with a 8×10 photo on the cover, a whole book on the Hurricane Isabelle recovery project, a storm that hit a few years ago. Bicycle racks and road signs in the photos showed sand levels near where they were after Ida.

But this year due to an unusually harsh winter, the beach parking lot recovery project on the Virginia end of Assateague Island is running about two weeks behind.

“This year we definitely had a rough winter. We’ve had a lot of pounding nor’easters that haven’t given us much relief,” Ennis said. “It’s been nor’easter after nor’easter,” said Casey Custer, the maintenance mechanic for the Virginia Assateague.

During the snowy season, the crew was doing its usual operational duties including snow removal and cleaning decks. In December and into January, plans were being made for the new beach configuration, devised by Ennis, the maintenance staff and Carl Zimmerman of resource management. “This week is the first week we are moving forward with any kind of construction,” Ennis said. “We’ve been excavating all of the old material out of the parking lots. We’ll reuse that material in the new configuration. Then, we’ll cap it all off with a couple inches of shells,” he said.

On Assateague Beach in Virginia, currently you will see high piles that are yellow. They look like sand, but are actually old, road base material. “We recover that road base and reuse it. Some of it has been used several times. It keeps costs down,” said Ennis. Around 9,000 yards of this clay road base will be relocated during the project. Sand will be moved to the east.

The parking lot, which is one foot deep, will be taken up. From this, material will be reused to fill the holes. There will be a one foot slope for drainage purposes. Above the road base material, there will be roughly 10 inches of sand and two inches of shells.  Also, out of this project, 150 to 200 feet of eroded asphalt will be taken up and replaced with shells.

“We’ll start in the turn circle and work south first,” said Ish. This is in contrast to the first plans for the recovery, in which parking lot one on the north was to be repaired first. “The area to the north, parking lot one, has not settled down. We are still getting substantial over wash there, “said Ennis. “By working on the south  lots first, this will provide more parking spaces by the busy season.” There are only 155 parking spaces in parking lot one on the north. There are 961 parking spaces in the southern parking lots. Once the area calms down, parking lot one will be made smaller and moved back according to the new configuration.

As maintenance chief, his new position covers both ends of Assateague Island, making him responsible for recreational beach facilities, producing a budget and acting as project manager in both Maryland and Virginia. Ennis, spends his Saturdays on the Virginia end working with the crew as well as taking the time to check in a couple of times during the week, while also maintaining his duties in Maryland. “The crew down there is flat out incredible,” says Ennis. “They’re working 10 hours a day, six days a week, day in and day out,” he said.

There are two loaders and one 25-ton off-road truck in use in the recovery effort now. More equipment has been ordered and will be in use during the peak of the construction throughout the month of April. The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service and the National Park Service crews are working together.  Jack Williams, heavy equipment operator, is acting supervisor on the project. Casey Custer, maintenance mechanic, and John Watson, are also acting as equipment operators. Jeffrey Oshaben, motor vehicle operator, is also on the project. Fish and Wildlife people involved in the project are Charlene Swartz, Jeff Marshall and Grover “Drizzle” Wilgus.

While providing an honorable mention for all of this crew, Ennis said,  “They go.”

“It’s a rush and it wears people down, There’s no doubt about that,” Ennis said. “The crew works because they know the impact they have if they don’t get it done. They’re motivated. They’re hearts are in it and they lose sleep over it,” he said.

The estimate for the project is still at $600,000 for the Virginia end of the island. Parking lots usually run $100,000 to 125,000 annually for general repairs after nor’easters and other storms, if none have to be moved. “This year, we’re going to move them back. The funding is being done by ERFO, Emergency Relief for Federal Owned Roads, under the Federal Highway Administration. This ERFO money comes through the National Park Service, which manages that fund,” explains Ennis.

The only ERFO funding is in Virginia. The money that goes into Maryland is not from ERFO.  It’s money coming from the regional office budget. After this year, there may be no funding to cover parking lot recovery. The ERFO funding is for roads. “They have been nice enough to give us that money even though it doesn’t provide for parking. They have said that after this year, we won’t get anymore money for parking. We’ll get it for roads,” said Ennis. “ERFO has been generous to us. They realize just how important the beach is economically to the area,” he said.

In comparison of the Maryland and Virginia ends of Assateague Island, Ennis said, “We have a lot more land base in Maryland. It’s not as impacted by high tides as Virginia. The Maryland district of Assateague  is not as vulnerable as the Virginia district. However, that’s not saying that we don’t have the same issues that we are going to have to address in the near future. It’s just we’re not as vulnerable at this time.” Just two years ago, there was a major move of a parking lot in Maryland.

The storm did hit the Maryland end of  the island pretty substantially as well. The estimate for the recovery process in Maryland is non-ERFO money and is $298,000, from which some will also go to Virginia. It’s not coming from the ERFO fund and will be divided up between Maryland and Virginia. “All of this money will have to cover the work being done, the shells for covering the relocated parking lots, and overtime for the work crew,” explains Ennis. Virginia was actually estimated at $549,000 for ERFO money.

“We will have some parking by April 4. We’ll make a point to open up something. Wherever we are, we will shell and open up, just like we have done in the past,” Ennis said.

                                                                                                                                                                                          

 

 

 

 

Grandmother, 72, and Her Girls Follow Childhood Dream to Chincoteague

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By Tammy Rickman

In 1839 English author Edward Bulwer-Lytton wrote, “…the pen is mightier than the sword.” Though I suspect he coined the term with somewhat more purposeful intentions, they rang no less true for less intense purposes.

Not unlike Mr. Lytton, Marguerite Henry is famous in her own right for her stories of Chincoteague and Assateague Islands and the wild mustang ponies that roam freely there.

Her words have reached far around the world touching the hearts and souls of many, young and old alike. She no doubt had little inkling how mighty her sword would prove for both individuals and the islands. Her words became the substance of dreams.

In July 2009 one family saw their dreams of the islands, which sit snuggly off the Eastern Coast of Virginia, become a reality.

Anna McAllister 72, her four daughters Nancy Caiazzi 50, Susan Hughes 49, Patricia Stavdal 47, Janice McIntyre 44, and her two granddaughters Courtney Hughes 28 and Jillian Caizzi 12 made their way from Massachusetts, Connecticut and New York to live out a childhood dream.

The girls grew up in Long Island, New York along with their three brothers. When Nancy, the eldest of the four, was about 10 years old Santa gave the girls a three book set of Marguerite’s books for Christmas including Misty of Chincoteague, Stormy Misty’s Foal, and Sea Star. Nancy said, “I loved reading and horses so the books were a perfect gift.”

Anna said she and her husband had decided to give the kids a book every Christmas as something they could keep over the years rather than always getting the books from the library. Nancy was “into” horses then so they bought the set of three books for the oldest three girls, Nancy, Susan and Patti, to share. Anna said she knew little about the story of Misty at the time. However, the girls quickly fell in love with the books and their animated conversations over the books led Anna to read them for herself.

From the moment they read them their imaginations bloomed and it wasn’t long before Nancy began talking about going to Chincoteague someday to see the ponies and the swim. With seven children vacations of that type were not easy and it seemed that it just never developed.  

Years passed and Susan said that she had found a new desire to attend the event when she was able to visit the Maryland span of Assateague Island several years earlier with two of her three children and saw the horses roaming the campgrounds.

In the fall of 2008, after many years of dreaming, talking  and saying “someday,” the girls began planning their trip as a surprise birthday gift for Nancy’s 50th birthday.  Susan said, “After talking about it for years—2009 was the year we were going to finally ‘make it happen’.”

Nancy said her mother and three sisters knew that seeing the ponies and round up had long been her dream. On her birthday in February 2009 they told her it was about to come true. They had rented a house on Chincoteague Island for the week of the round up, and Nancy and her 12 year old daughter Jillian would be going with them, no excuses.

The group would spend the next few months in anxious anticipation and planning. Finally, after many long years and several months of counting down days, they began their trip south to fulfill a lifelong dream.

The girls would arrive in two groups. The first would be Janice, Susan and Susan’s daughter, Courtney. They arrived on Sunday afternoon, July 26, 2009, 4 days prior to the swim. The anticipation was building as they neared the island, a place they had desired to see for so many years.

Susan said as they crossed the causeway she couldn’t help but notice how calm and beautiful the water appeared before the fishermen who cast lines along the banks. However, the serene scene was soon interrupted by the swarm of gulls that had come out to welcome them to the island.

Once on the island they reluctantly put off checking out the island and visiting Assateague Island in order to pick up their rental key. Shortly after arriving they headed out to the holding corrals off Beach Road on Assateague Island. Susan said that as they stood watching the herds corralled there it finally hit home that they had actually arrived

That afternoon the first of several afternoon storms rolled through the sky. Following the guidance of a few locals they grabbed some takeout form Captain Zak’s Seafood and headed back to the rental to wait out the storm.

On Monday afternoon, July 27, the rest of the girls made their way across the causeway. “Crossing the bridge I remember just about shaking in excitement of finally visiting Chincoteague,” Nancy said of her first reaction to the event. She noted how different it was from the approach to Long Island which is filled with the feel of the city. The open space and marsh filled waters was a pleasant surprise.

The girls spent the next few days exploring the island, window shopping downtown, visiting Assateague Lighthouse and getting in some valuable family time playing games at the rental house in Smuggler’s Cove during afternoon thunderstorms.

They took pictures of the Misty statue and Misty’s hoof prints outside the Island Roxy Theatre. They visited the Beebe Ranch and attended the 84th annual Fireman’s Carnival which Nancy said was smaller than she had expected. Her 12 year old daughter Jillian rode her first Ferris wheel at the carnival.

They spent many afternoons watching sunsets that set the sky ablaze and walked along Chincoteague Bay. The sunsets across the bay became one of their favorite activities. A few of them took a canoe from the rental house out into Chincoteague Bay. The group also took a sunset boat tour of Assateague Island and Tom’s Cove where they saw dolphins and other wildlife aboard the Assateague Explorer. Nancy said visiting places like the Beebe Ranch, carnival and Tom’s Cove was especially fun due to their parts in the books they had read so many times.

The girls had matching pink tank tops and sweatshirts made that read “Girls Round Up—Chincoteague.” Along with the shirts, they each had a different colored cowboy hat. Some even wore bandanas.  On Wednesday morning July 29, 2009 they donned their hats and tank tops and headed out at 5 a.m. for the event they had waited to see for so long.

Prior to that morning, they had scouted out the best places to park, facilities and the perfect viewing spot. What they had not expected was the mucky, marshy trek they would make to their perfect spot.

The ponies came ashore on a grassy beach near Pony Swim Lane. A boardwalk bridge that aids emergency personnel, cowboys and other staff to access the water and floating barges that help with the swim reaches from the lane to the water’s edge. When scouting they had used the bridge. What they had not known was that the bridge would not be accessible to the public the day of the swim.

Mucky marshes are part of the landscape of the islands. The area between the lane and the beach can be semi dry or soupy and swampy. The series of afternoon thunderstorms throughout the week had left the area looking more the bayous of Louisiana rather than the marshes of an island.

A large pool of murky, muddy water stood between viewers and the more solid ground near the viewing area. With hundreds of feet wading their way through the area and then back again, when someone needed to use the facilities, the ground was soupy, slurpy, and deep. In some spots one step left you knee deep in thick suctioning mud that was reluctant to let you leave with your shoes still attached to your feet.

The girls were not completely ill-equipped. Their outings around town, and conversations with locals had at the very least warned them that there could be mud and to find form fitting shoes. With that information, they had found shoes which stayed on their feet and allowed them to make it through the muck with their shoes intact.

Susan said they were glad to have “marched” through because it was all part of the experience. She also noted they had expected large crowds and long waits pre-swim.  She didn’t feel the crowds grew as large as they had thought, but then again they are New Yorkers and large crowds come with the territory. Had they ventured over to Memorial Park, they would have noted several thousand more people who had not marched through the muck.

The group enjoyed the wait with an Amish family whom befriended their mother and shared their chairs. Their anticipation grew as swim time neared and they waited to live out a once in a life time experience.

 Nancy noted that she had visions of what she thought the swim might be like from the books she had read. However, she was reluctant to expect anything for fear of being disappointed. She felt it better to just experience the events as they occurred.

She would not be disappointed. The excitement built as the long awaited ponies neared shore and finally gathered on the marshy shore to graze on marsh grasses and rest.  A moment the girls had dreamt about for years was now happening, and a dream became reality as the famous ponies of the childhood stories mulled around only feet from where they stood. Nancy even bought a chance on King or Queen Neptune. King or Queen Neptune is the first foal to step onto land after the swim. Tickets are sold for a drawing to win the foal at the carnival grounds after the swim. This year’s foal was a boy and so called King Neptune.

The excitement and emotions are not something easily described. The realization of a dream is a high nothing can duplicate, especially a dream so long in the making.

After the swim they made their way to the parade route. This is the route the ponies take after the swim and a rest down Pony Swim Lane and Main Street to the carnival ground corrals.

With their gear they attracted lots of attention and comments, even from one of the famous “Salt Water Cowboys” who yelled to them during the parade that he wanted one of those tank tops. “It was a wonderful Girls Round Up,” said Susan.

The girls went to the Auction on Thursday, but some of them missed most of the actual auction when they were distracted by a vendor selling souvenir photos of the swim. Jill and Susan spent some time watching an artist sketch some of the ponies through the corral fence, and watching the famous “Surfer Dude” and his newest foal prance through the corral.

Surfer Dude is one of the few studs who roam the marshes of Assateague Island. He is famous for his coat of amber and blonde mane and tail which gives him the illusion of a trademark surfer. The name fits with some irony given he roams the beaches and marshes of an Atlantic Ocean island.  Surfer passed his trademark coloring to a previous foal, a mare named Gidget and to his new off spring who will also roam the island with his father. The foal, later named Riptide at the auction, was one of the “buybacks” which are bought and then given back to the herd. Males are rarely kept, but Riptide was kept due to his father’s age.

Nancy said not seeing the auction was not necessarily a bad thing since she would have had to disappoint her husband by bidding on one after she had made him happy by informing him she had not won King Neptune.

Nancy and Susan said it was alright that they missed things like the Beach Run which brings the Northern herd down Assateague Beach to the corral on Beach Road to join the Southern herd, because it is reason to come back again. Prior to this event the Northern herd is corralled in a more secluded corral on the northern end of the island after being rounded up.

Courtney and Janice left on Thursday following the auction. The rest stayed through Saturday and enjoyed the cruise, Friday’s swim back to Assateague by the ponies and a day on Assateague beach to wrap up the week.

Nancy said just being on the island was magical and even overwhelming at times, like when visiting Beebe Ranch and seeing the actual mounted statues of Misty and Stormy. When asked what her favorite part of the whole experience was she said, “Seeing a dream become reality in the company of my mom, sisters, niece, and daughter was the best part of the trip.

Nancy’s mom Anna said that since returning home she has spent a lot of time telling the children’s dad, Jim, about the experience.  She has also promised to take him there in the not too distant future. She said, “I know he will also share my feelings, because over 50 years of marriage we have spent innumerable hours on beaches.  For us, it’s the best place in the world.” 

The beach has been a big part of the family life with dad an avid swimmer and lifeguard, each one of his seven children at some point lifeguarded and/or taught swimming lessons and now eight of the 16 grandchildren have followed suit.

Nancy, Susan, and Anna all mentioned return trips to see the round ups, beach run  and maybe even one of the spring or fall round ups that are used to monitor the health of the herd twice a year.  Who knows,  maybe next time they’ll even invite the boys!

Tammy Rickman is associate publisher of Wild Pony Tales.

 

Breathtaking Scenes in a Foot of Fresh Powder

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By Tammy Rickman

On Saturday, January 30, 2010, winter made its presence known to the islands. The storm moved in late Friday night and the snow began to fall somewhere around dawn Saturday morning. Weather reports were calling for somewhere between 8 to 14 inches, a rarity along barrier islands which lay just off the coast line of the Eastern shore of Virginia and Maryland at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean.

The snow continued to fall throughout the day and grew in intensity causing near whiteout conditions at about a quarter of a mile. As the snow fell, I ventured out and about taking what pictures visibility allowed, of scenes like the ducks huddled in large groups in unfrozen canals. The Chincoteague Wildlife Refuge gates were down so pictures and an investigation would have to wait.

Sunday dawned bright and clear. A crisp sharp wind blew and even though the sun shown bright temperatures never reached above 22 degrees. The scene was like something from a winter wonderland as evergreens hung heavy with heavy fluffy snow and the island was almost hushed in the early morning hours beneath a foot of snow. While taking it all in, the pristine…untouched hand of God, of nature, one became suddenly aware of how out of place it all felt.

A brief drive around the island found only more snow and out of place scenes. Hoping the refuge had been opened I headed out Beach Road and rejoiced when I found the entry gates in an upward reach and pushed forward. The scenes along beach road on Assateague were breath taking. Woodland floors were blanketed in a foot of fresh powder, evergreens hung heavy with fluff, and a quiet hush lay in the air…everything was fresh clean and new….

Wildlife ventured out into strange surrounding. Egrets tested ice sheets in the canal along the road and ponies grazed on tall grasses reaching through the snow. They looked oddly comfortable and out of place all at once. They created a beautiful scene in the snow covered marshes.

The beach was a mix of blown sand and snow drifts. A scene unlike anything I’d ever seen. Of course, I grew up in Mississippi. Walking was a chore at times because a light layer of sand covered portions of the snow creating an allusion of solid ground. As you attempted to step on the sand you sunk to your waist in a snow drift several feet thick. Wind and water created rippling effects in the landscape. Sand and snow mixed, mingled, danced, twirled, separated, and began the cycle over and over again as far as the eye could see.

Barrier islands are ever changing. They grow and shrink then rise and fall… their fate at the hands of the winds and waters that carve and shape them. The snow storm is just another reminder of how miraculous and surprising life here can be.

That said, the weather was not done throwing punches at us and the very next weekend February came roaring. Friday afternoon, February 5 a wet snow began to blow; occasionally sticking to the ground but not the roads or sidewalks.

Later, it turned to rain and the nor’easter dumped a couple inches of rain, melted snow from both storms, and caused some flooding.  Winds howled somewhere around a sustained 45 mph with gusts reaching near 60 mph. 

The winds blew into Saturday and temperatures fell, turning rain back into snow. The rain waters and melted snows began to freeze and the snow began to mount. The winds whipped the wet sticky snow and at times it almost seemed as if we had been transported to some foreign land in the middle of a blizzard.

Around 2  p.m. we lost power. Near dark the heat began to wear off. We opted to take a ride around the island before deciding whether to tough it out with the fireplace and wet wood or opt for a hotel.

We soon discovered that large parts of the island were out of power. The power company and Chincoteague Fire Department personnel were riding around inspecting the island. We decided riding around looking for down trees in a warm car was better than sitting in a cold dark house.

We did eventually find a tree down on Sunnywood and reported it about 8 p.m. but once they cut it down and tried to fire the power back up the lights flickered and then went out again. Somewhere in the blowing snow and darkness was another problem.

The snow slowed to a few floating flakes and I noticed the stars blinking brilliantly in a velvet black sky. The air was fresh and crisp and the world was quiet.

About 9 p.m. they finally found and fixed the problem and the lights went on and we returned home.

Sunday was clear and brilliantly bright. The sun sparkled on pristine snow. It seems Jack Frost is determined to make his icy presence known before giving way to a spring thaw. But if the weather forecast for the upcoming days are any indication, he’s not done yet….

Recovery Under Way for Beach Parking

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By Windy Mason and Robert Boswell

Taking into account the economic impact of Assateague Beach to Chincoteague Island and all of Accomack County, the parking lots buried under 3 feet of sand by the powerful November storm, will be restored for use by summer; paid for by the National Park Service.

Lou Hinds, manager of the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge, said the cost is expected to run $600,000, somewhat less than previously thought. Mr. Hinds said at a meeting with community leaders on December 14 he gave a slide shown presentation, “This was the first time a lot of them had gotten the chance to see the actual damage.”

 He said representatives of the park service attended and announced a plan for restoring the parking lots. Also involved in the decision was the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. “The plan for lots 1 and 2 was to dig out the parking lots, pull the shell and clay out, put the sand back down, and then put the clay and shell back on top of the sand.” He said, “Instead of them always getting covered with sand, actually raise them up.” Lots 1 and 2 will also be moved back a bit from the shoreline to lessen the impact of future storms.  Three and 4 are to be dug out and remain as they were. Currently, there are 961 spaces in being restored for visitor parking.

 Mr.Hinds said discussion at the meeting was about making sure that whatever they do out there is sustainable in the face of sea level rise, and is responsible for the American taxpayers dollars.  “There was acknowledgment from the Fish and Wildlife Service, the National Park Service, and I that not only does the town of Chincoteague’s economic base rest on the national seashore, but also the entire Accomack County,” he said.  “There is a large tourism industry in Accomack County, and it is also based somewhat on this shoreline out here. We want the community to be part of the future development and planning for those parking lots.” Said Mr. Hinds.

“This was a storm of historic proportion for many communities, Chincoteague being one of them,” He said, “It has given the community an opportunity to talk openly about its future and not just the future of the community, but also of Assateague Island, and how we’re going to plan for our economic development into the future. My first responsibility is still to the wildlife here on the refuge but that responsibility is also in full awareness of the economic tie to the communities.”

Future plans will apparently include an alternative transportation plan. Mr. Hinds explained, “The alternative transportation plan is very close to completion and the partners, which are the Fish and Wildlife Service, the Town of Chincoteague, the County of Accomack, and Northampton-Accomack Planning Commission, are getting the different chapters to read as we speak.” “Once all of the chapters have been reviewed, we’re planning on having a full blown public meeting tentatively scheduled for sometime in February,” he said.

This alternative transportation plan is not simply talking about parking cars and transporting people to the beach. “That’s one of the alternatives,” said Mr. Hinds. But the plan may include offsite parking, biking, city or public transportation and possibly water taxies to move people around to different parts of the island.

Mr. Hinds said he expected some of the ideas to be met with resistance because over generations, we’ve been trained to take our cars to the national parks and wildlife refuges, and have been encouraged to do that. But we’re learning that this love affair with the automobile, which is really just a hundred years old, is not sustainable, said Mr. Hinds. “It was a great idea. It brought the national parks and the American public together. However, we are realizing now, after a hundred years, that it may not be sustainable,” he said. “If you make the parking at a remote location, and then the ride to the beach is an experience of the beach itself, people will say, ‘Wow! That was cool!’ And, that’s what we’re striving for,” he said. Mr. Hinds said that the experience will begin wherever that parking may be. He also said there might be a trained interpreter, and your arrival out there would be part of the experience of seeing wildlife, seeing the beach.

Refuge Becomes a Winter Wonderland

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By Tammy Rickman

For Mississippi girl and photographer, Tammy Rickman, this is a lot of snow.

On Saturday, January 30th, 2010, winter made its presence known to the islands. The storm moved in late Friday night and the snow began to fall somewhere around dawn Saturday morning. Weather reports were calling for somewhere between 8 to 14 inches, a rarity along barrier islands which lay just off the coast line of the Eastern shore of Virginia and Maryland at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean.

The snow continued to fall throughout the day and grew in intensity causing near whiteout conditions at about a quarter of a mile. As the snow fell, I ventured out and about taking what pictures visibility allowed, of scenes like the ducks huddled in large groups in unfrozen canals. I made an effort to venture out to the Chincoteague Wildlife Refuge but the gates were down due to an inability to keep the roads plowed as snow continued to fall.                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Sunday morning dawned bright and clear. A crisp sharp wind blew and even though the sun shown bright temperatures never reached above 22 degrees Fahrenheit. The scene was like something from a winter wonderland as evergreens hung heavy with think fluffy snow and the island was almost hushed in the early morning hours beneath a foot of snow. While taking it all in, the pristine…untouched hand of God, of nature, one became suddenly aware of how out of place it all felt.

A brief drive around the island found only more snow and out of place scenes. Hoping the refuge had been opened I headed out beach road. Rejoiced when I found the entry gates in an upward reach and pushed forward. The scenes along beach road on Assateague were breath taking. Woodland floors were blanketed in a foot of fresh powder, evergreens hung heavy with fluff, and a quite hush lay in the air…everything was fresh clean and new….

Wildlife ventured out into strange surrounding. Egret’s tested ice sheets in the canal along the road and ponies grazed on tall grasses reaching through the snow. They looked oddly comfortable and out of place all at once. They created a beautiful scene in the snow covered marshes.

The beach was a mix of blown sand and snow drifts. A scene unlike anything I’d ever seen. Walking was a chore at times because a light layer of sand covered portions of the snow creating an allusion of solid ground. As you attempted to step on the sand you sunk to your waist in a snow drift several feet thick. Wind and water created rippling effects in the landscape. Sand and snow mixed, mingled, danced, twirled, separated, and began the cycle over and over again as far as the eye could see.

Barrier islands are ever changing. They grow and shrink then rise and fall… their fate at the hands of the winds and waters that carve and shape them. The snow storm is just another reminder of how miraculous and surprising life here can be.