A few days after Christmas, my two youngest children, LillyBear, and I took a trip to Chincoteague island in Virginia. We'd never been to Chincoteague during the winter so didn't know what it would be like, except that we wouldn't have to deal with the pesky mosquitoes! My Dad and stepmom, and my siblings and their families, all came to Chincoteague too.
If you've read my book, LillyBear Goes to Chincoteague, or my 2012 blog post, "LillyBear's Adventures in Chincoteague," you are familiar with the activities and things we like to do on Chincoteague and neighboring Assateague islands.
We stayed in a cute little house called the Crepe Myrtle Cottage, which I believe was built in the 1930s. One of my brother's and his family stayed with us. My Dad and stepmom, other brother and his family, all stayed down the road at the Starbright Cottage.
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| LillyBear on the steps of the Crepe Myrtle Cottage |
I left copies of my LillyBear Goes to Chincoteague book at both cottages. I hope other vacationers might enjoy them.
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| LillyBear is sitting on a table in front of the window with our book next to her |
Because of the time of year we were there, not everything was open. But it was still very nice because there were no crowds either. Just being outside and walking in the fresh air was wonderful.
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| LillyBear climbing a large crepe myrtle tree |
One day it was rainy so LillyBear decided to stay in the cottage. (She prefers to be warm and dry!) Solomon and I explored a little part of the island that we had never seen before - the Chincoteague Waterman's Memorial. We had to drive through the marina parking lot to get there, and then walk up a little hill.
It was so foggy we couldn't see very far around us. The only sound was water lapping on one side. The quiet and fog made reading the plaques even more sobering. Yet there was such a beauty in the place.
Solomon and I followed a trail past the memorial for a while. It was very interesting. We're still not sure what this part, off the trail, was:
LillyBear was happily waiting for us, when we finally got back to the cottage:
For those of you that are Misty of Chincoteague fans, here is Miss Molly's Inn on Main Street where Marguerite Henry stayed at in 1947 while writing her book:
It doesn't seem that Blogger sends out emails to subscribers announcing my posts anymore, so I have no idea if anyone that used to read this blog will see this. But if you are reading this, and for any new people who see this, I just want to say "hello" and that I hope you have a very blessed new year!
