no wild horses, dang it

Today Harlow, her grandparents, Marla and Pipes went on a road trip to drive on the Corolla Beach to see the wild horses that have been living there, protected, since the 1500's. It was a less than optimal trip lol.  Once Cap'n John lowered the tire pressure, we were off! Not so fast lol.  The beach was not a smooth pressed down rainy sand ride, it was up and down and heaps and hills of soft sand with tremendous drop offs. The wild horse beach was many miles long. We traveled about 24 miles on this beach from hell and saw not one horse. I mean, if I was a horse, I would never go on this beach with all the cars doing in both directions! That being said, Cap'n John got a spontaneous nose bleed, the dogs had their tongues out of their mouths panting like they could not get air, and Harlow was slowly dying of car sickness in the back seat, just quietly turning into green ooze.  We couldnt' get out of their fast enough.