ST SIMONS ISLAND, GA—It seems kind of hokey, but I’ve decided to name the van Serenity. The name fits with the lifestyle I seek—the message I’m trying to share.
I crossed into Georgia a little before noon and with that crossing, I relaxed the Wayne-of-the-Dutiful-Son shell and made a conscious effort not to take on any new personas for awhile—to just open and allow and relax into Her.
I headed toward Jekyll Island, but was dissuaded when I saw the entire town had a six dollar daily entrance fee, what they call a “parking fee.” I turned around and followed US 17 north and soon found myself in Brunswick, GA.
Having had enough of urban environments over the last few months, I sought quieter refuge. As I write this, I am parked next to an old oak tree on Manhead Sound in a tiny county park on St. Simons Island. The spanish moss is draped and swaying from the branches and there is a soothing clanging as a line gently strikes the mast of a sailboat anchored just offshore.
Though the island is quite upscale and touristy, there are some parts like this that are both secluded and serene.
I don’t know where I’ll sleep tonight, I’ve seen a couple possible locations (a marina, a medical center) and a few noisier, yet more certain locations (Walmart, Lowes, Home Depot, …), but I’ve yet to decide.