Old Haunts

Me and Lisa decided to give ourselves a little vacation this weekend. First we drove to Savannah for half the day to visit family. Then we drove down the coast to our old haunt on Jekyll Island. With no particular plans we just came down because the rest of the month is going to be full of doctor appointments. So there was no better time to sneak off then now  Our trip to Savannah was quiet, we had a good visit with our friends. It wasn’t much of a trip, but just being back home was very therapeutic for me.

In the early afternoon we took off down old US 17 towards Brunswick and Jekyll Island. Once we got out of the Savannah area, old 17 turned back into the quiet two lane road I remember as a kid. We checked into our motel, cleaned up and headed over towards Jekyll Island. Once there we nearly got toted off by sand gnats on St Andrews Beach. Then we crushed a wedding and reception being held on Great Dunes Beach and pavilion. But Lisa did get her prize of some sand dollars and I did get a few shots of the wedding and the sunset.
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As I lay here now on a quiet Sunday morning, my bones aching in restless slumber on a strange bed. I realize that some things are worth the aggravation. That sometimes an uneventful drive is what you really needed to clear your head. That unfulfilled promises to yourself are often okay. Especially when you realize that the journey is way more important that the destination.