11 February 2012
I grew up on beaches without people, camped on dunes as high as hills, discovered island treasures having nothing to do with pirates, and fell in love as hard as a man can fall!
My islands are my playground - the place of my youth now the place of my age. There is no place I'd rather be: Mistresses with differing charm and matchless beauty - all seductive for different reasons.
Feast with the rich at Five Star Resorts, grill mullet with Geechees on secluded riverbanks - from the best of man to nature's finest by a simple hop of an island.
Savannah to St Mary's - 113 miles of pristine coast, 9 islands of weathered coastal enchantment, brushed by full moon on deserted beaches whose only sound is the sea and it's steady rhythmic waves. Can you hear it?
Imagine first shimmers of brilliant sunrise breaking horizon's darkness with miniature, then magnificent rays. Oh, the mystery of an island's lure - captivating, fascinating and beautifully enticing.
From earliest memory...til death takes me home. My islands, my Georgia Coast.
The Islands Of Georgia • Opuss № I