Sapelo Island

March 24, 2010

So far I’ve only observed this driftwood-laden-land by boat.  I hope to explore the  mainland a little more this summer.  As it is only accessible by boat, I hear the culture has in many ways been preserved.  In fact, the children still take a ferry to the  mainland everyday for school.  Then there’s the Reynold’s Mansion, I mean, who wouldn’t want to take a peek at that?

Sapelo Island

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

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.