My second beachfront lodging experience was tented. Ricky and I braved the East Coast wind in a sandy campground right on the dunes of Assateague Island. I could hear the waves crashing as I was going to sleep. In the morning the voice of the Atlantic was joined by a rain shower. I will admit, I laid around listening to the harmonies for much too long before truly waking up. When one is warm and dry, the rain is a lovely thing.
Things that I now know about Ricky + Rooftop Tent:
I can set it up in the dark
It is waterproof :)
Wind gusts of 65 mph are no problem (I never even woke up)
Also, it is a crowd pleaser! Everyone in the campground with us was so fascinated by the idea of sleeping on top of your car. My Campground host wanted all the details, and I even gave a few tours. When it was time to fold up the tent and head out, I had an audience to watch the show.
Assateague Island is known for it's herds of wild horses. Judging by the piles in the campground, they spend their evenings scrounging through human items. By the time I pried myself from bed this was the only horse left in the campground area. Looks docile enough, but apparently they regularly charge people so I stayed well away.
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