Well, today was the annual pony swim and apparently, the time for our family to be completely lame and skip the morning part. I had not slept well the night before and the girls were also quite tired. Pete wasn't sure when it began or ended and I think the heat was beginning to get to him.
So, we ended up at the hotel pool, with thoughts of watching the ponies trot down Maddox Boulevard (later that afternoon) in our heads. We enjoyed several hours of the pool (almost) to ourselves. Feeling ever so slightly guilty that we missed the swim, Peter asked one of the housekeepers how guilty we should feel.
Apparently, not too much. Despite the fact it is fun, one has to arrive at 4:30 a.m. to get a good spot and endure 7+hours of mud, mosquitoes and kids who desperately have to go potty the minute you arrive. Not a problem except that there is no bathroom and definitely no privacy (40K plus people). So, we somehow managed to arrive at the carnival and auction site 20 minutes prior to the ponies arrival.
We saw them march in and the kids were thrilled. So much so that they admitted several times they did not mind missing the actual swim. Perhaps when they (well, Kelsey) are older and bladders are stronger, we will try again. However, we have done almost everything else "Chincoteague pony" this week, if that is possible!