Bald Eagle

March 19, 2010

The first Bald Eagle I’d ever seen in my life…(in the wild that is)… It was pure chance (or maybe the universe working its’ magic) that we had just been talking about them, when he appeared…at first sitting on the sand bar as if to enjoy a day at the beach.  By the time I got my camera out, he had taken flight, but not before I captured this shot.  We were on the way home, nearly to our dock on the Julienton when he arrived.  The perfect end to yet another magical Blackbeard trip.

Bald Eagle over the Julienton (a lousy title I think, feel free to make a suggestion)

pen & ink with watercolor washes

©2010 Heather L. Young

Pelicans at the Bar

March 16, 2010

While Granny and I hunted treasure…(surely it’s called Blackbeard for a reason)… these not-so-shy members of The Beach Patrol (as my father calls them) sunned on the bar.

Pelicans at the Bar

pen & ink with watercolor washes

©2010 Heather L. Young

After about an hours journey up the Julienton and across the sound, you’ve arrived at Blackbeard.  If you’ve ever been, you know that there’s always at least one bird there to welcome you…in my case, two.

Welcome to Blackbeard

pen & ink with watercolor washes

©2010 Heather L. Young

Back to Blackbeard

March 11, 2010

Not yet…but when the weather improves.  In the meantime, finally getting around to documenting some of our trips.

Sapelo Drifting – (complete?)

pen & ink with watercolor

©2010 Heather L. Young

Back to Blackbeard

May 18, 2009

Granny and I try to take a trip to beautiful Blackbeard Island at least once a year.  We managed to secure the only sunny day  we’ve seen in weeks, and spent 7.5 hours on the boat, crawling (and I do mean this literally, the tide was against us both ways) down the Julienton and across the Sapelo Sound.

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It’s a great way to clear ones head and get inspired and believe me, this trip could not have come at a better time.  There is something so grounding about seeing undeveloped land, places spared for wildlife, and a reminder that things don’t always move so fast.

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No street signs, just landmarks, like “Three Clumps of Trees” to find your way.

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Mossy driftwood along the banks intermingled with fresh new growth.

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We’ve docked here before and explored the lush grounds, but “the snakes are movin’ ” as Granny says, and well, I just can’t handle snakes.

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We did, however, wander all the way up the creek that separates Blackbeard from Sapelo Island, to a magnificent white sand beach.  (See this photo from a previous trip)  We spent a good hour or so of our day collecting sand dollars (long since dead and bleached from the sun), conch and clam shells before heading back across the sound…bliss I tell you, sweet bliss.

Somewhere in between coastal Savannah and Brusnwick, Georgia, lies a community that moves at it’s own pace. My mother and her siblings spent the greater part of their youth here, and I spent many a summer swimming in McIntosh Lake, and taking boat rides down the Sapelo river, to places like St. Catherine’s and Blackbeard Island. Going to visit Granny along the river, always seems to bring me some peace and a renewed sense of inspiration to work with…and after a rather hectic couple of weeks of no sleep, constant cell phone calls, and more projects than I know what to do with, I needed some balance. We began this adventure with dinner at Speed’s Kitchen. But don’t let the name fool you…

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I must say the fried shrimp tasted as though it had just been swimming around in the ocean hours before hand…and they didn’t keep us waiting long…(thankfully we were one of the first tables of the night…)

Yesterday, I decided revisit the Harris Neck Wildlife Refuge…(it’s just a short trip from I95 and you pass the Smallest Church in America on your way…so if you want a quick and free siesta from the boring drive to Florida…I highly recommend. You can drive through the refuge (although some areas are restricted to hikers / bikers only)…but you MUST stop at Woody Pond. It is gator paradise…

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there are no fences here folks…so unless you want your small dog or child to be gator bait…don’t bring them. That said, most of the big guys (ones that could take off a leg) are off shore a bit…but the little babies are within feet of you….(some of which might be able to remove a hand with ease)

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of course, Big Mama Gator had to be around somewhere, so we decided to move along…

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and then we found this…out in the middle of nowhere…no signs to say what it was…it was just there…and the trees had clearly grown up around the structure…

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After examining this interesting find…we find that Granny has been assaulted by ticks…EEEWWW EWWW EWW YUCK YUCK YUCK! Pure panic ensues (actually she and my cousin were rather calm…) but that’s enough wilderness for me. (Oh and thankfully none of the blood-suckers decided to bite granny, just give her a good scare…so no worries there…) Anywho…I returned to civilization, happy to have achieved some balance (if for only a day…) and even happier to have spent some quality time with those I love….(including Vayda-Monkey…who has been sleeping since we got home…)

catch of the day…

October 2, 2007

Yesterday was spent meandering around the Sapelo River, with Mom, Granny S., Uncle Captain George, and Sharon.  Due to a Northeaster, we were unable to cross the sound to my beloved Blackbeard and St. Catherine’s Islands, but we did manage to bring home one rather large catch…surfing the chop down the river, a floating dock.  The great winds must have blown it loose, and we managed to haul it in with us.  It is of great quality and decent size, and the perfect extender to our own floating dock.  Just so happened the little birdie (affectionately named Chip) found our find of great interest, and rode along with us for about 30 minutes…see below….

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loved this picture…although, I can’t remember the name of these birds…