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The Wild Horses Of Corolla




Corolla, North Carolina;

Outer Banks; Circa 2013

Traveling along an eleven-mile expanse of beach to, hopefully, see some wild Mustangs I am reminded of how much I love the Atlantic Coast. Having grown up along it’s shores I am partial to beaches with sand dunes instead of the rocky coastline you often find on the West Coast.  The sand is fine and soft and I love how the elements have created and recreated the dunes according to their temper. 

A little background on the horses…

The Spanish Mustangs of Corolla are probably the most famous of all the wild horses found in North Carolina.  These horses have been proven to be descendants of Spanish Mustangs brought to the New World by explorers and colonists as far back as the early 1500’s. They have been given protected status and have been moved north along the coast to roam from Corolla to Currituck Banks where it is mostly undeveloped lands and therefore safer for the horses.  But the horses are quite used to people and those who live in the area will often find them grazing in their yards. 


The horses run free along an eleven-mile long remote area of land that is bounded on the East by the Atlantic Ocean and on the West by Currituck Sound. As you drive along this stretch of beach you might see a harem or two of horses.  (A harem is a  group of mares led by a dominant stallion. There might be other stallions but the harem is led by the strongest one.)

On the day that I saw the horses the initial pass along the beach found the horses absent.  We drove a short distance inland and spotted two harems in a meadow.  





The dominant stallion in the larger harem took offense to the smaller group grazing in the same area and he trotted over making his displeasure known.  Halfway to the other group he made his point and they soon departed.  

As we headed back along the beach we were lucky enough to see a harem of horses near the water.  They were quite spectacular against the backdrop of the Atlantic Ocean.



All photographs taken by sirensong1208




The Outer Banks, North Carolina; 2013

I don’t know when my fascination

With the sea began

I suppose I was born loving it

Always living near the water

Always happiest when in it or near it

But as I’ve gotten older

The sea has come to mean more to me

It goes deeper than enjoyment

Deeper than swimming or holidays

The sea beckons to the soul within this woman 

It soothes me

It calms me

It sets my world to rights

There is something very powerful about the sea

Hearing the waves crash upon rock or sand

Smelling the briny, tangy salty air

Looking out at the never ending horizon of water

It is clear that I am small and insignificant

Yet, I feel part of the vast expanse of water

Water that covers much of this Earth 

Its’ vastness does not frighten me

On the contrary

I breathe it in

And it lifts my soul in joy

I am at one with it

Photos taken by sirensong1208