assateague day 2

Reese Cup, French Toast, Carnival, Chocolate Covered Cherry

Tasha, Susan and I woke up way too early this morning in our happily mosquito-free tent. Tasha put on an elaborate breakfast of pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon and fresh fruit for the group (I would have made hot chocolate and oatmeal and called it good). After which we found an excuse to ditch the questionable herd of mid-singles and run to town to grab ice because the coolers needed it I swear and diet cokes.

We pulled into a gas station for some ice and saw a sign for hand dipped doughnuts next door. Of course we had to investigate. The place was called the Fractured Prune, who could resist eating doughnuts from a place that had a mascot of three prunes with peg legs and bandages on them? Not us. Scott, Susan, Tasha and I had a delicious sampling onf the hot hand-dipped doughnut. They were fun and warm and chalked full of sugar. Just what we needed to balance out the sugar-free Diet Coke.

Recognize this picture Erika?

Back at the park we finally ran into ponies at our campground. It was pretty cool. (We shot pictures, unfortunately after taking the handful of picts last night my camera battery died so all the pictures from today are trapped on someone elses camera). We then headed to the beach to hang out, chat and get some sun. After a couple hours of enjoying the seashore we decided to grab lunch.

A little hand painted sign on the side of the road touting all-you-can-eat crabs lead us to our lunch. We indulged in fresh Maryland crab. Since it was my first encounter with straight up crab I opted to order a crab cake instead of the all you can eat our crab legs. Steph and I got crab cake and steak, it was frickin' fantastic! We also tried some of the crab legs, they were good too, but seemed like alot of work for a little meat. I would order them in the future.


We wrapped that up, hit the beach again, made dinner with the group (although we did not eat alot since we had the huge lunch), and then headed home. It was a fun weekend. I only got a few bites on my arms and legs. And row of 6 bites on my lower back. Plus 16 bites on my butt. Crack. Yep. By buttcrack. Both cheeks. Strategically placed in areas that could only be reached while one was sitting on the toilet. I am pretty sure there must have been an army of mosquitos hiding under the toilet seat rim just waiting to attack. Me. Attack me.

I ultra super hate mosquitos.