Island time

Tucker had a job interview Friday in Tifton, GA (fingers crossed), and since I've never been to the Georgia islands in my almost 4 years of Georgia living, we decided to head to the beach. We stayed on Jekyll Island, a state park that's much less commercialized than neighboring St. Simons. It was beautiful! We thought about staying here

But our budget led us here

Not quite as stately you say? Agreed. You get what you pay for. When the website said "beach access limited at high tide," it really meant "beach access unavailable at high tide...or half high tide.. or really anytime other than exactly low tide." Case in point

 Anyone up for a quick beach walk? No? No takers for descending the steps to what could result in a painful dashing on the rocks? Hum, imagine that. The scary part is we first ventured out at night for a "romantic stroll." We kept hearing the waves loudly pounding something. Come to find out, on the dimly lit beach access, we could have strolled straight out into the high tide, strong current waves! 

We did find the beach though. And of course we got fried, since, being in our mid-20s and having lived a lifetime of utter paleness, we have yet to experience enough horrible sunburns to teach us about adequately slathering on the screen. Our bike riding adventure earlier that day was mostly to blame for the crazy burn, though. 

My favorite thing about traveling is learning (yes, I'm a huge nerd). And Jekyll Island, while originally inhabited by the British, ended up in the hands of a FRENCH EMIGRÉ. Say what?! I stumbled upon this grave in the Dubignon family cemetery and shrieked in my historical hysteria "Tucker, this girl's from Saint Domingue! Her dad was an emigré from the Revolution because he supported King Louis XVI!" Totally got the "historical high" of seeing history in real life. And the French guy brought 49 slaves to the island. I mean, this is what I've been studying for the past year of my life. Practically applying what some may consider hours wasted studying dead French people and old ideas brings me a little vindication. 

So, we got to bike ride, sit on the beach and be entertained by strangers' dogs and children (what else do you do on the beach?), eat good seafood, and learn a little history. All in all, that's what I call some classic island time.