What happens when you drive a minivan on the beach to look for wild horses?
You know when you read about an activity in a brochure and it leaves out some vital information? Yeah that happened in Outer Banks. But that particular brochure left out the fact that we would need to drive for miles on a beach to see the wild horses. Apparently you need to drive a jeep or go with a tour group. Ooops.
There was a minivan, soft sand, skidding, pushing, pointing, laughing….you get the idea. I’m thinking the next time we see a horse will be at a circus because we’re not doing that again. What I am going to do is purchase one of these personalized horseshoes from Sycamore Hill because they rock. And because I don’t have to drive on a beach in a minivan to get one.