Cumberland Island by foot
11 May 2007 | Brickyard Creek, GA
Jeff
Not finding a National Park Service landing we simply picked the best looking beach and made landfall. Carlie, the most eager crew member to reach land, immediately put her nose to work seeking out the local inhabitants. Massive live oaks tower over head shading the island with canopies of a mixture of verdant leaves and mystic Spanish moss. We spent a couple of hours walking some of the inland trails. During our stay we observed wild horses, armadillos, wild pigs, and ticks. Did I mention the ticks? We realized our slowing pace was not due to dehydration but instead to the doubling of our body weight due to the number of ticks that now traveled upon our extremities. YUCK! We immediately began a hasty retreat back to the landing zone...