As we buzzed across the inlet in the small boat, we could see the island in the distance. One of the few groups of wild horses left in the eastern United States lived there.
The captain turned off the motor and let us glide close to the shore of the uninhabited island for a better view of the horses. Many of us had cameras and binoculars out for a better view.
I watched as they peacefully grazed in the soft breeze, but wondered how they managed during the frequent hurricanes and strong storms. The secret would remain with them-today.
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