April 26, 2015 – Jekyll Island, GA

What a beautiful windy day greeted us today!  Sun shining.

Jekyll harbor sign - 4-26-15

We had a late breakfast and took our time getting started.   We borrowed the marina’s golf cart and did a quick tour of the island.  It is beautiful island with lots to offer the golfer, beach comber, biker, or hiker.  How many pictures of southern oak trees ladened with spanish moss can I take??  Since I was driving the golf cart, I didn’t take many pictures.  Wayne doesn’t get many opportunity to be a passenger.  He held on tight and mashed his right foot on the imaginary brake a couple of times, but survived the trip with no more grey hair than he started.  I think.

Jekyll Island has all sorts of history.   The Revolutionary war, slavery, and more recently the place where “the power brokers of the day” created the Federal Reserve.  Look it up if you are interested.

The Horton house is a 2 story house that is being preserved to show the kind of building construction and architecture of the 1700’s.  It was built in 1742 by William Horton.  The interesting part of the preservation is that the actual construction material can still be seen.  It was made with “tabby” a concrete like material using oyster shells.   It stands proud after over 200 years.  Will modern concrete last as long?

horton house 1736

Horton House

You can still see oyster shells.  ( ignore the rude graffiti on the left – why people have to scratch their initials and names into walls is beyond me.)

cement with sea shells?  horton house - 4-26-15

Oyster shells evident

A restaurant is adjacent to the marina.  It seems like almost every marina we have been to offers boaters some kind of bar, grill, or upscale restaurant.  Also, for locals to take in the river views, boats, and fishermen.  I was taking in the view when I noticed some folks at the nearby restaurant table looking over at me and pointing.  What?  Something wrong with my hair?  I look around and see nothing peculiar and then I look UP…

17.30pm squirrel - crop?

You looking at me?

He was looking at me.  Peaking out and hoping that I might have a morsel?  I told him I didn’t have anything.  Sorry.

Such a nice cool breeze, fresh air, and before I knew it, it was nap time.

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