Chincoteague

This is not the house we're staying in on Chincoteague Island.

It's across the street from the house we are staying at, but we can't stop staring it, because it's so cool looking. It's got the quintessential Chincoteague, tiny, 2-story, deeply-pitched roof architecture, it's got loads of gorgeous daffodils in front, and frankly, we think it may be haunted.

There are other things to do in Chincoteague, too, though. There are fishing boats to gaze upon . . .

. . . I love the look of fishing boats, although I cannot ever figure out what all the tall masts are for.

They just look so cool.

Hey, there's Mistah Schleckah!

There is also water, everywhere you look.

Water water everywhere . . .

. . . and not a drop to drink.

Oh, there's plenty of other stuff to drink, though . . .

. . . plenty.

And also? There's the spectacular Island of Assateague a couple of miles away, 33 miles of National Seashore that you can walk on forever and ever . . .

I love to walk on the beach forever and ever . . .

. . . and so does my little friend Birdie.

Our first full day here was cloudy and windy -- those crazy thunderstorms that wracked the country hit us here too -- but that was a great day for walking the beach forever and ever . . .

. . . just ask my little friend Birdie.

I think I actually kept both feet on the ground, though . . .

. . . Birdie? Not so much.

It's a spectacular place, and Mistah, Westy and I are all having a fabulous time.

And so are our neighbors.