Hello from our final day in Tybee Island. Morgan and I have spent our final week taking care of last experiences and tying up loose ends, including getting a drink at the final dive bar of all of south Tybee’s offerings (The Wind Rose Cafe – great fries, better beer prices). After our brief parent visit interlude, things mostly returned to normal for us here, or as normal as things will get when you’re packing up your life every 30 days or less. This time next week, we’ll be in the Big Easy, swapping hoodoo for voodoo, the British for the French, and Jell-O shots for hurricanes.Continue reading “So Long, Savannah, Bye-Bee to Tybee: Week 7”
Hello once again from beautiful Tybee Island as we enter our final week here. When we arrived on October 23rd, a month seemed like forever. After all, we’d been traveling at such a breakneck pace for the previous three weeks – I almost forgot what it was like to live in the same place for more than ten days. But like every trip, time seems to crawl up until the halfway point; afterward, it passes at warp speed.Continue reading “Parental Guidance Suggested: Weeks 5 & 6”
Greetings once again from Tybee Island, midway through our second week here. I’m pleased to report we’ve had little trouble adapting to the beachfront lifestyle.
We were lucky enough to begin our time here with some extra, unexpected time to explore together, after Morgan’s plans to visit a friend in Texas fell through. The original plan had been for me to drop her off at the airport on the way from Charleston, and Linus and I would spend the first weekend here on our own.
In retrospect, I’m very glad she didn’t – both because I very much enjoyed our mini-vacation the first few days we arrived here, and also because Tybee Island and the Savannah area generally is the kind of place you can really indulge yourself if there’s no one around to regulate your behavior. I’m not just talking about the alcohol – though I’m primarily talking about the alcohol.Continue reading “Getting the Willies in Savannah: Week 4”
Greetings from sunny Tybee Island, Georgia, located just east of Savannah. For the fourth time in as many weeks, we woke up today in a different place than the previous Monday. I’ve considered instituting one of those systems that musicians and performers use, where they prominently display the name of the city just off-stage so they don’t accidentally say the wrong place when greeting the crowd.
Thankfully, the furious pace of travel will, for now, slow down a bit. We’ll be here in Tybee until Thanksgiving, 34 days in total. Looking back, it’s pretty obvious we had very little idea what we were doing in planning this when we started. While 10 days is certainly enough time to get a feel of somewhere, it can feel somewhat frantic when it only includes one weekend. Essentially, everything Morgan and I want to do together that can’t be done after work needs to be fit into two days. That’s potentially doable in a town the size of Helen, but we could have killed ourselves trying to see everything in Charleston and the surrounding area in that time.Continue reading “Vibey in Tybee: Week 3”
Hello from the start of Week 3, where it’s finally starting to sink in that we’re not going “home” – whatever that means these days. I’m writing from North Charleston, South Carolina, where we arrived on Thursday for the second stop of our trip. To say it feels like a different planet from Helen would be an understatement.Continue reading “Holy City, What A Town: Week 2”
Greetings from Helen, Georgia, as we enter week 2 of our travels. We’ve been here for six days now, with four more to go until we move on to Charleston, South Carolina. It’s been an interesting week.
We spent nearly the entirety of last Monday driving straight from DC to Georgia. To my intense relief, we avoided I-95 and took an absolutely gorgeous route along I-81 through the Shenandoah Valley, then slicing through the Smokies in the northeastern tip of Tennessee and western North Carolina, through the Cherokee, Pisgah, Nantahala, and Chattahoochee National Forests and into northern Georgia. Linus made the trip OK (other than a last-minute puke on a mountain curve…sorry buddy) thanks to a nice dose of sedatives, which I wouldn’t have minded myself. But after about 10 hours, we arrived at our little cabin literally sitting on the side of a mountain.Continue reading “See You In Helen, Georgia: Week 1”