WELL! Obviously I am once again a lying, incompentent layabout whose personal temporal stream runs at a significantly more languid rate than others'. I guess I'll stop using the term 'tomorrow' because it never seems to work that way.
Anyway, here are the Tybee Island photos, captions, and random observations. As a reminder, a click on any of the pics will result in an expanded view. Then just hit 'back' on yer browser to return to the post.
Here's me on the beach at Tybee. Note the (unwitting) capture of the parasail at top left. Looks like a quarter moon. Those guys were HAULING. It was very windy and cold but the guys sailing seemed unfazed; maybe 'cause they had DRY SUITS and all I had was SHORTS.
Scotty On Beach At Tybee:
Tybee is an unlikely combination of South Padre, Coney Island, and Fort Knox. Everywhere one looks are reminders that this little lump of sand sits at the entrance to a strategically vital waterway (the aforementioned Savannah River). Jarringly intermingled with vacation homes, amusement parks and motels are fortifications ranging from earthworks from the Revolutionary period, to the still-visible berm raised by the Union forces when they zapped Pulaski (see previous post) to reinforced concrete howitzer emplacements of WWII vintage.
Allison And Mutts On WWII Gun Pad:
Howitzer Arc Looking At Cockspur Island:
In addition, the lighthouse here is one of the most historically and navigationally important on the lower East Coast. See here:
www.tybeelighthouse.org
if you're interested in the lighthouse's history. I'll tell you one thing; that darned thing is TALL. From the top (that is, once you catch your breath and fight off cowardice and vertigo) you can clearly see the river bridge at Savannah, and the city itself a good 20 miles upriver from the light.
The Tybee Light From The Ground:
In this next photo, note the position of Allison's left hand. The bruise on my waist from that Vulcan Grip Of Death hurt for almost a week.
At The Top Of The Tybee Light:
Looking Seaward From Tybee Light:
Looking NW From Tybee Light:
NOTE: The spit of land in the background is once again Cockspur Island (where you can vaguely make out Fort Pulaski to the right center). Directly below and to your front is the spot where the rifled artillery sat that killed the fort.
The First-Order Fresnel Lens, Tybee Light:
Some Of The 148 Stairs To Get To The Top:
Apropos Of Nothing, One Of About 164 Billion Azaleas We Saw:
OK, that's it for now. Next up: Scotty And Allison's Paula Deen Day (that's the Georgia lady from The Food Network, for the possibly one of you out there who hasn't heard of her). We took a tour that included the market she shops at, the church where she had her wedding, and lunch and photos at her restaurant Bubba's. I'll get back to ya soon.
Me
Friday, May 16, 2008
Tybee Island And My Version Of 'Tomorrow'
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