Georgia on my Mind

Having hardly ever stopped in in South Carolina below Charleston and Georgia, I thought that the history would be mainly of the Civil War era. But, of course, I was wrong. Along the coast, at least, the emphasis is the Revolutionary era and I have had some interesting history lessons. Beaufort, SC is a lovely town and the third oldest in the state. The old section is right where the town marina is located and a walking tour of beautiful stately homes is a pleasure. The park at the water is beautiful and clearly appreciated by the town people.

After bypassing Savannah (maybe a stop on the way back), our focus was to reach the Georgia islands. First stop was the Frederica River (named for an English Prince) and Fort Frederica, where a famous battle took place between the British and the Spanish in 1740. The fort is on St. Simons island. St. Simons is part of a string of islands off the coast of Georgia, part of which are deserted and part of which are now catering to a wealthy clientele. St. Simons is the latter. However, the fort is a National Park and the remains sit in a lovely forest of (you guessed it) live oak trees. Right before the fort is the Episcopal Church where John Wesley was a priest before returning to England and beginning the Methodist movement. He remained an Episcopal priest his entire life. We biked (yes, even Larry) to the fort. It was about seven miles. But with encouragement from Mary Ann and Doug, the journey was made. Here are a few snaps to prove it.

This Larry and his bike.

Note the live oak trees.

Here's a great shot of Mary Ann and Doug's boat in Frederica River at sunset.  Did I mention the weather has been remarkable--warm and sunny. 

Next on our itinerary is Jekyll Island, which is about an hour by boat from St. Simon's.  All is going well, with one exception.  Tango is getting fat!  Too many treats and not enough roaming.  He did escape this morning and wended his way to another boat.  The people aboard were a bit surprised to have an animal visitor.  But he didn't stay long.  He has become more adventurous.  When we are at anchor, his favorite place is on top of the dodger.  It commands a better view of the surroundings.  My thought is that he is always looking for an escape route.  Here's the latest picture.  Do you see the fat rolls?