Looks like fun, doesn't it?

We think so, which is why this weekend we're hoping to make it out to Assateague Island, just a short swim away from Chicoteague, as in Misty of. The ignorance of both book and island amongst the people here is amazing, given we are just three short hours away from it. When I mentioned it this morning as my class was talking about Labor Day plans, I think they probably thought it was a strip club. Anyway, it's supposed to be a beautiful wildlife refuge, you can camp for cheap on the beach, lots of places to hike, and hey--wild ponies, 'nuff said.

In more modest ambitions, either before or after our pilgrimmage to the coast, we're planning to make semifreddo, an Italian ice-cream concoction that for whatever reason eliminates the need to monkey around with rock salt and an ice cream machine but is supposed to turn out luscious and creamy nonetheless. We'll let you know how it goes, and of course, there will be pictures.

Otherwise, looking ahead to next weekend (if you can't tell, the novelty of having these things called "weekends" that we actually enjoy together still holds a strong sense of charm for us) we're hoping to combine the Farm Aid trip with the King Tut trip and camp in between in New Jersey. We may be the only two people in the world who would agree to such an itinerary, particularly one that combines the words "camp" and "New Jersey," but hey, that's why we married each other.