It is with great trepidation that I write about the Golden Isles of Georgia, and I have debated on whether to do so for many years.
The area is much like a favorite fishing hole, so beautiful and productive you want to tell the world of your discovery, yet you are hesitant to do so because you are afraid the very reasons you find it so appealing might disappear if people find out about it.
this incredible can’t be kept a secret forever, and its popularity –
population – is already increasing. The children that came here with
Yankees in Northeast cities have known about this destination for
Morgan, John Rockefeller and other wealthy millionaires, bought nearby
discovery of the area was far less dramatic and more out of necessity
luxury. Twelve years ago I was stuck in
it was the cold of the
The St. Simons Island Pier with the old lighthouse in the background.
My return visits now are to reaffirm my discovery. Little changes on the island, though progress is felt in its small quantities.
golf resort, the area’s financial cornerstone located on
shocking news on this return trip was the closing of Frannies. It was a
of the charm of the
It will be replaced with a coffee shop, whose survival is success is optimistically predicted by the owners. They have not lived in the area long enough to make that bold of a claim.
People don’t pass through here. They live a long life on this island.
The appeal is almost indescribable, its charm psuedo-mystical. Somebody once characterized it as Mayberry by the sea, but that almost sounds insulting, though not the intent.
Michael won’t leave St. Simons and nor should he. He is connected to this area like the old oak trees that provide shade on the roads.
roots run deep and though he has a wandering soul like myself, this is
Michael Conyers at the St. Simons Pier
This last visit we talked about life like we often do. He was disappointed I could only stay a couple of days. So was I. There is much to catch up on and my time with him always seems too short.
He knows, though that I will be back. This is his home, but I am always welcome here.