I decided to walk to the Horton House Ruins and from there, I took the Tupelo Trail to Horton Pond. It was a peaceful and lovely walk in the woods. This is a manmade pond that started as a borrow pit for dirt for projects on the island. Over the intervening years, it filled with water and became a habitat for water snakes, turtles, birds, and gators. There have been recent improvements and there is a nice observation deck where I spent some time in the quiet.
At 11am, we took the Jeep and our bikes and drove over the bridge to Brunswick. This is another island in the Golden Isles.
We had read that there was live music at the Mary Ross Waterfront Park from 12-3. We got to the park and there was no music.
We took our bikes and rode through historic Brunswick.
The Municipal Court.
City Hall.
Lots of parks and fountains. This is Hanover Square.
We biked to the marina and then back to the Jeep.
There was live music coming from Bubba Garcia’s; a restaurant across the street. We had lunch there. The music was very good!
While we were biking, Tim spotted a dirt road. Tim cannot resist the temptation of a dirt road and so we went to explore. We saw manatees in the canal, a string of 5. We also saw a brilliant pink pair of roseate spoonbills.
We got back in time for Tim to watch the NASCAR championship. His driver, Denny Hamlin, was so close to winning the race. It was exciting and nerve wracking and then…he didn’t win…heartbreaking.
Tim and I each set out on separate walks this morning.
I walked from the campground and onto the paved path. From there. I took the sandy trail to Driftwood Beach.
I saw this couple getting ready to say their vows.
I walked back to the main trail and that took me across to Clam Creek. I saw Tim approaching from the other direction.
It was a great 3-mile walk. I was able to quicken my pace today. It is taking longer than I anticipated to get back to my pre-injury speed, stamina, and endurance…but I am making progress!
After breakfast, Tim out our bikes on the Jeep and we drove to Oceanview Beach. We took our bikes and went down the ramp and onto the sand. We cycled 3.5 miles to the end of the island. It was so freeing and such a delightful gift to be able to bike on the shore. The wind was at our backs and the hard packed sand was smooth. Tim chose to stay at the water’s edge and I biked at the high tide line.
Tim carried our bikes up a steep set of steps at the Village. We looked for a place to have a late lunch. We decided to travels on the paved path to Tortuga Jack’s. We sat outside with a view of the ocean. We had good food and the best atmosphere.
We didn’t need a big dinner and so I took an apple and Tim took lunch leftovers and we drove to Saint Andrews Beach.
It was high tide and so the beach was tiny. We walked as far as we could.
Ghost crabs.
We climbed onto the observation platform and sat.
We walked the Wanderer Memorial Path. This ship brought more than 400 African people to Jekyll Island in 1858.
We drove to Riverview Park where we sat on a bench and watched the sun go down.
Jekyll Island is 7 miles long and 1.5 miles wide. On our evening drives yesterday and today we saw a total of more than 20 deer, 7 racoons, and an armadillo!
A shorter than normal walk this morning. I have been walking a lot and today I was stiff and sore. I took it easy.
We went to Publix for a few groceries and then we packed up the RV for moving day. We drove about two hours to Jekyll Island; part of the Golden Isles in southern Georgia.
We settled into our site and I took all the laundry across to the campground laundromat. Two hours later and everything was clean and folded and put away!
Tim and I took our bikes and cycled to Clam Creek and the fishing pier.
We continued on the paved bike path. We found a table on the edge of the marsh and we sat awhile.
This evening, we packed omelet fixings and went back to the picnic area and cooked and ate our dinner.
There were several birds roosting in the trees.
A spoonbill and a stork sharing a tree.
While we were there, we could see the tide change. As the shadows lengthened, the marsh came alive; with squawking and chirping and other sounds deep and low. We could hera the flapping of wings as a flock of ibises passed overhead.
There were no clouds and the sun went down clean and uncomplicated.
