Breezy Point- Little Explorers

Behind the farms at Breezy Point, we packed our snacks in paper bags and wandered into the woods with no map, just muddy boots and wild hearts. We found a clearing so perfect we called it the fairy glade—fiddlehead ferns curled around mossy rocks, sunlight filtering through tall trees like a secret blessing. We sat and shared our snacks in quiet awe, believing fairies might’ve arranged it all. Sometimes we ended up at Carson’s farm, diving into grain and hay until we were covered in itchy straw. Other days we helped Truman feed his chickens, feeling trusted and useful. Once, we panicked at the swamp, thinking we’d need a boat to get home. But every trail led us back, and every bump became part of the story. We were little explorers—muddy, curious, and full of magic.