I was driving down a long narrow highway headed east. I could see the Atlantic shore in the distance. At least I thought I could. It’s always interesting to me how your mind can trick you into seeing things that you know are coming but can’t quite see yet. Do I really see the crashing waves on the horizon, or is it just the endless blue sky losing itself in the curvature of the earth? But I digress. I was on my way to Assateuge Island, a small narrow island off the coast of Maryland. When I’ve heard locals talk about the area, their eyes have filled with wonder. They tell stories of sandy dunes, crab fishing, wind surfing and off roading. But most exciting to me, are the stories about wild horses that graze the fields.