Jekyll Dreaming

I spent the day on Jekyll Island GA.  I wandered the forests, beaches, and the historic district.  The air was soft, the birds sang, the sea sighed.  Eventually I started wondering if I was in a dream.  The beauty and tranquility blew me away.  The vegetation on the island is composed mainly of pines, palmettos, and especially, huge old oak trees draped with moss.  The effect of these oaks is one of...beauty, complexity, and heavy tranquility-due to the moss, I guess.

I walked for a long time on the northeastern shore of Jekyll.  Here lies a ghost forest, dead trees isolated by wave action eroding the sandy soil away from them, killing but not toppling many trees. 

Strolling through the interior of the island, it's all wetland, trees, and mossmossmoss.

Everywhere you look up, you see complexity and beauty.  And the birds sang all day in profusion.  Magical.

The Sidney Lanier Bridge spans a waterway and leads to Brunswick.  The bridge cables have a way of appearing and vanishing according to the light, and to the angle of your viewpoint.  It's an ethereal span.

The Moss Empire rules on Jekyll.

The island is public domain these days, with resorts, a National Historical Site, and a Georgia state park.  But for many years Jekyll was very private.  A French family fleeing the guillotine owned all or most of the island from 1794 to 1886.  Then they sold it to a consortium of tycoons, who established it as a very exclusive resort.  Many of the rich toffs who had summer "cottages"  in Newport RI wintered down here.  JP Morgan and the Rockefeller family were here.  This was their club.  It's now a posh but public hotel...the island became public after WW II.

At the end of a beautiful and relaxing day, hora feliz on the beach.