We are on our trip, currently sitting in a hotel in Waycross, GA, aka "the middle of nowhere." Yesterday's flights went off without a hitch, we arrived early to both Charlotte and Jacksonville, and flew in on THIS PLANE.
The plane of winners, apparently. Perhaps that was why it was so fast. We flew over the coast of Georgia, and I bribed Flipper with three Gummi Bears to let me sit by the window so I could look down at coastal flats and islands and serpentine rivers. Then we flew over St Simons, and I recognized The King and Prince and the pier, then over Jekyll, which is surprisingly undeveloped still; long empty beaches. Then Cumberland, one of the most amazing places ever-largely untouched, a National Seashore. Could not see any horses from the air, but I know they are there, the herds of wild horses. Once I saw a whole herd of them running through the surf on the deserted beach, and rolling in the sand. Amazing. Dinner on the island, so fun with Whitney's girls and Whitney herself. Unlike myself as a kid, Flipper has an amazing ability to make friends with just about any kid she comes in contact with. I think it is an only-child thing.
Flipper and Avery at dinner.
Some of the island has changed, things look a touch more upscale, but much of it is the same. Same houses, same massive live oaks dripping Spanish moss, same hotels. Same people. It is supposed to be clear today, so hopefully the grey will recede, and we will head out to the swamp soon. Home of Pogo, for anyone old out there reading this. And to Florida tonight. I could do this forever.