No Rainy Nights in Georgia

From Charleston we headed south and about an hour-and-a-half later crossed the border into Georgia, where we stopped at the tourist info booth for lunch.

Settling in at Skidaway State Park, not far from Savannah, we decided on heading to the beach at Tybee Island, because it was so hot and because we wanted to give Savannah a full day. At Tybee Island we got wet and then took a long walk on the beach - such a long walk that we ended up in a different town. It was still a nice walk back, except for the damp bathing suit chafing.

The beautiful thing about Georgia is the Spanish Moss. It’s draped from the trees almost everywhere, sometimes hanging right to the ground. Where we're camped at Skidaway Park, the mammoth Live Oaks with bark like chapped elephant skin, create a seventy or eighty foot canopy overhead that provides welcome shade. The Spanish Moss appears to ooze from massive gnarly branches.

Pictured is Tim riding one of the many trails at Skidaway Park as well as a shot of the canopy.











I’d have to say that Savannah was a bit of a disappointment. I guess I’d assumed, subconsciously, that Charleston would be a mere warm-up to Savannah but, in my view, it would be the other way around. Savannah is nice enough, for sure. Unlike Charleston though, it has the typical tourist trap waterfront and the downtown core, even though all the commercial buildings are very old, doesn’t have the same feeling of overwhelming grandeur. I’m sure some would argue the point with me but I think that the allure of Savannah has a lot to do with the number of parks and the amount of Spanish Moss adorning most of the trees.

Anyway, we walked the streets of Savannah for miles, electing not to drop the fifty bucks on a guided bus tour. Maybe that has something to do with the bit of a let-down, but we figure that reading the plaques on the buildings provides us with more historical detail than we can ever remember anyway.

Ok, it’s old already!

Once we got back in the truck and wandered the town, away from where the tour buses go, we found some streets lined with the beautiful old homes that we’d expected to see.

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The weather continues to co-operate with cloudless skies and temperatures in the high 80’s. Tonight being a full moon and all, we figure we’ll head for Jekyll Island.

Pictured is the pool at our Golden Isles Campgrounds near Brunswick, Georgia.









Jekyll Island is where JP Morgan, the Rothschild’s, the Rockefellers and a few other early twentieth century billionaire industrialists, founded an exclusive hunting club that even the President of the United States was refused entry into. It was there, at a very secret meeting, way back in 1913 or so, that these billionaires got together and decided to form the Federal Reserve Board. They also decided at the same time to set up the Central Banking System that governments and the chartered banks could borrow from. The Federal Reserve Board, (The Fed) would determine the borrowing rates.

It was a brilliant but sinister plan because it resulted in every man, woman and child becoming indebted to these mega rich families through government debt. It's important to know that The Fed operates completely autonomously from the Federal Government and it’s logo, the pyramid with the eyeball inside, is present on all denominations of American paper currency. (Correction: After I looked, I think it's only present on the one dollar bill). Some would argue that this arrangement provided stability to an emerging nation, through capital for infrastructure. Others would say that these families have total control of the economy. Whichever way you look at it though, it begs the question - who’s really in charge?

We drove to Jekyll Island about 5:00pm and toured it's fifteen mile circumference, taking in the 'cottages' of the Rockefeller's, the Rosthchild's and the Morgan's. These cottages are typically 20 bedrooms and 17 baths. The whole island is a state park so, aside from a few hotels and resorts, it is void of commercial enterprise - not even a corner store or gas station. There are a few hundred residences however, mostly rambling ranchers that look like they were built in the 70's.

Pictured is Janice at The Beach Deck at Jekyll Island, some Spanish Moss at Jekyll Island. The Jekyll Island Resort Hotel, the full moon at Jekyll Island and Janice, who says, "Oh, that Man in the Moon is so cute, I think I'll squish his tiny head."