On the way there...
Look at the face I'm making.
My brother, Steve, laughing because he doesn't know how to read a map.
We stopped at a rest stop and Steve found it the perfect opportunity to eat.
Dover racetrack. My dad is a big NASCAR fan.
Happy Harry's! They're EVERYWHERE down in that area.
Muh dad putting gas in the car. He looks so serious.
I was hardcore bored.
I'm not sure what body of water this is but I was relieve to finally see some kind of water. I kept telling myself it was the ocean.
The first day, we went to Assateague and saw the wild horses.
He was awesome. His mane was half black and white. I called him the "punk horse".
This one walked right up to my mom's window.
Look at that beach babe.
Hooters of course! Steve and his "girlfriend".
I was laying on the beach and decided to just turn around and snap a picture.
Boy scouting! The one in the middle with the long hair was gorgeous. He looked like one of my ex's. hah.
The guys again. I'm not a stalker or anything.
The last day we were there, the waves were actually crazy.
I really like seagulls.
My dad and brother. They look thrilled.
We met this guy that was staying at our hotel and his truck was PIMP. It's a lowrider but he had hydraulics in it to make it higher for driving.
I really wanted a piercing done as a souvenir but every skate shop I went to had the age limit of 18, even with an adult. So, I was like screw it, I'm going to get a henna tattoo. haha.
It just so happens that one of my best friends was staying down there the same time as us. That's her, Aly, and me.