Where was I? Oh, I was on my driving adventure to Sea Island, Georgia for a wedding. Once on Sea Island, I succumbed to the tourista things since the wedding wasn't right away. So let's start with a picture of the bus driver on the tour I took around St. Simon's island, which is next to Sea Island, which is next to Jekyll Island. Naturally, after driving over 1100 miles from Chicago, it figures the tour driver was also from Chicago. So instead of listening to the laid back accent of a Georgia native, I could close my eyes and think I was in da Loop. And as you can also see, the passengers are all required to be over sixty.
This white building is where the rescue types used to have their headquarters. They could run out and launch their boats where those cars are parked on the left, because that's where the beach used to be. Now, time and sifting sands have moved the beach about three blocks left. Either that or the ocean is receding.
This is one of several "cottages" that the friends and family of the bride and groom rented during Nuptials Week. The low roof above the front porch belies a lovely five bedroom, five bath private home with a separate wing overlooking the pool, just for the master bedroom suite.
This red fire plug is all that remains of a famous restaurant owned by a descendant of slaves who settled on the island after the emancipation proclamation. After a huge New Year's Eve party many years ago, some former employees ambushed the owner and stole all his receipts. On an island with virtually no crime, the owner was so disheartened by the turn of events that he basically walked away from the business. He could have sold the restaurant, but he didn't. He could have left it to family, but he didn't. Instead, one day, he just had it torn down.
This is a picture of the pool at the cottage where I stayed as a guest of the parents of the bride. The master bedroom suite is in a wing behind me. A door to the main house, kitchen, living room, etc., is just to the right of the pool. Needless to say, It was very restful staying there.
At a golf club that used to be a plantation, these live oaks are the survivors and/or descendants of the original live oaks which lined the road to the original main house. Now instead of fine carriages and matching horses, there are vans full of senior citizens in matching Bermudas taking tours.
The entire island of Sea Island is a club, so you have to be a guest or a member to get in. Since we were there for a wedding, we were permitted to use the Beach Club, where we had lunch on a number of occasions. This young man and his hawk walked back and forth during our meal to discourage the clever crows from stealing our hats and our food. How's that for a summer job?
This was a restaurant on St. Simon's where we went after our enjoying our Old People in Shorts and Tennies tour of the island. We all had different kinds of shrimp. It was delicious. Dessert was free ice cream sundaes that you made yourself.
Here's the t-shirt I didn't buy.
No tour of St. Simon's would be complete without a picture of the lighthouse.
This is the inside of the Beach Club restaurant on Sea Island. I thought it was quaint as shit so I took a picture. Old wood, old windows, old light fixtures, old furniture. Just like me.
There are myriad shops all along the left side and a giant outdoor pool on the right. I'm standing at the entrance to the Beach Club restaurant to take this picture. The Beach Club is right on the beach, by the way.
Just before the wedding, this is where we gathered in another part of the Beach Club before going out on the lawn and down to the beach for the ceremony. I loved the blue furniture in this entryway. Outside to the right was an enormous two-story tall tent for the reception.
When I turned to my left I noticed that incredible shell mirror. Not to mention everything else.
Spanish Moss was hanging everywhere. This was in the courtyard of a very old Episcopal Church which has hosted four different presidents, most recently the ones who have come to the G-8 summit on Sea Island.
This is the church, which dates back to way before I went to high school, which means it's about two hundred something years old.
This is getting long, so I'll post some more pix in another entry.
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