One of my favorite places lies at the edge of the world, between land and sea.
It is a shapeshifter, rolling over on itself, sand and vegetation and animals moving with wind and tide and storm.
People have visited but rarely tried to establish homes.
Spanish Colonial Horses easily went feral and made it their home, as did red foxes and sika deer on the south end.
Today it’s a dragon long stretch of barrier island, protecting the mainland behind it, and the tiny egg shaped bit of island called Chincoteague where people live, and stage the last great wild horse roundup in the east.
The south end is wildlife refuge and National Seashore. The north end contains National Seashore and a state park where you can roll a tent out behind the dunes.
video by park service, header photo by swordwhale