I have not been blogging much, for a number of reasons -- one of which is that we are staying put for a while.
To sum up, during the past month, we have thoroughly enjoyed the beach, the restaurants, the people, and pretty much everything the island has to offer.
Some points of interest:
I was astounded at the size of our beach -- East Beach -- at low tide.
Here is the entry road to our new home, which we move into at the end of the month. As I believe we noted in an earlier blog, the development is called Brockinton Plantation.
Big Wind, Little Trouble
Almost forgot to note that at the end of May we had some excitement, in the form of tropical storm Beryl. But the even bigger event was the arrival of Jim Cantore (BTW, he is much shorter than you would expect) and The Weather Channel team. We thought that meant we were in for a really bad time (as Beau -- and probably everyone else -- says, "You know it's going to be a bad day when Jim Cantore shows up").Thankfully, Cantore did not have too much to cover, other than some big wind, lots of rain, and some thunder and lightning. Whew -- dodged a bullet, I guess.
St. Simons has not had a tropical storm here since 2008, and the last direct hit by a hurricane was1898, I believe. We could certainly be due, but we REALLY hope the current trend continues.
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| There were some bigger than usual waves down by the pier in the village. |
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| And some windiness. |
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| Beryl brought in some big breakers at East Beach. Still, nothing that impressive. |
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| Cantore makes up for any vertical challenges with his big biceps. |
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| The Weather Channel team had no big news to report, I'm afraid. Beryl was a bust for them. |
A Fast and Furious Trip up North
During the first week in June, we traveled north (by car) to visit friends and family in Connecticut and New York. It was fabulous seeing everyone, but what a jolt. The traffic! OMG -- it clogged up right above the Mason-Dixon line, I think, and was bad the rest of the trip. We'll take the laid-back south, ladies and germs. Yet another reason we are very glad to be retired and out of the hubbub.  |
| The GW Bridge crawl -- yuck. |
I like this photo of Beau at dinner in Richmond, VA, on the way up north (or was it on the way south? Eh, who cares?). Do you think he is perhaps sick of having his picture taken?
We had a fantastic visit with everyone, and our heartfelt thanks to all our pals -- Jack and Allison, Bob and Barb, and Beau's sister Irene and hubby Tom, all of whom hosted us for meals and partying. Oh -- and Beau got to see the grandchild, always a special treat. It was wonderful catching up with everyone again.
Now that I am out of my blogging frenzy, I of course forgot to take photos, other than the one below of good friends Barbara and Robert. Dang.
Let's see...what other banalaties can I relate? Oh yes...
Swamp Monsters
A few days ago we took a day trip to the north entrance of the Okefenokee Swamp, about an hour west. Getting there was a mind-numbing experience, in that there is NOTHING to see on the way other than trees. Not my cup of nature.As for the swamp, it was relatively interesting, the animal show was fun, the train trip relaxing. But I don't need to go back.
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| Pond scum. Nasty. |
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| When you rub the baby gator's neck, he drops his head back and goes to sleep. Very cute, but I don't recommend trying it with a grown one. |
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| Little Beau by the little choo choo train. Awwww. |
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| Old Roy, a giant former resident of the Okefenokee Swamp Park. |
Other Critters
Back home, we encountered two curious creatures right at our condo complex.Below, a lonely terrapin. The islands here are a turtle breeding area -- nearby Jekyll Island has a whole center devoted to rehabilitating injured turtles. It's a great place to visit.
And looky looky -- a cuddly canine, passed out after a walk. Dear God this is boring...
Enough already. This will be the last entry for a while, unless something really important happens, which I doubt. Now that we have settled down, this whole thing is becoming more like treacly (Beau asks, "Is this really a word??") narcissism and less like a travel journal. Bleccch. (Of course, perhaps everyone has always thought of TanksPanky as a load of treacly [there's that dang word again] narcissism.) Anyhoo, I just deactivated my Facebook account for that very same reason. I need a break from the "it's all about us" claptrap. And so do you.
In the meantime, we would love to hear from YOU. Please continue to email, phone, visit, whatever. Stay in touch -- we really miss y'all. (I am becoming so southern.)
Tanks, Panky
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