Chincoteague Island is such a comfort to me. With time rushing by at warp speed, I immediately feel it slow down when we approach the marshes just past Wallops. Per tradition, we stop the music and roll down all the windows as soon as we hit this final approach to the island. Billboards advertise mini golf, Mr. Whippy’s, Island Creamery, Cap’n Zach’s, Pony Tails, and numerous other business, some that have been around since I was a kid, others much newer.
After stopping at Pico Taqueria, one of the best additions to Chincoteague in the last 10 years, we drove the final mile to “the brown house.” We started renting this aging gem on Little Oyster Bay about 10 years ago. We used to cram in our family, my sister’s family of four, my niece and her husband, and my parents. Now it’s just my sister and me and our families.
Since we arrived yesterday, I’ve boogie boarded, speed walked three miles, won at poker, and rode my bike to the beach and back. Right now I’m streaming fresh clams from the seafood shack a quarter mile down the road.
It’s good to be back.
My Corner of the Village 