On that day, I figured we could stay on the beach a little longer than we had the day before. And I believed that up until I got stung by a jellyfish… on my butt. Nothing makes you want to leave the beach faster than feeling like you’re getting cattle-prodded on the rear.
Also, because it was so sudden and unexpected, my immediate reaction was to try to rip off my swim suit bottom to get whatever it was that was stinging me away from my body. Luckily, logic kicked in, and I remembered I was on a public beach where nudity was probably discouraged.
I informed Sean that I wanted to high-tail it outta there, and we were soon on our way. Hurty butt and all.
After lunch and a short rest (for my hiney), we headed over to the historic lighthouse on Tybee Island to get a clue. Learning is one of the main factors when I choose a vacation. It’s nice to know not just that the beach is there, but about how the people before you lived there.
We were given a military discount because Sean works for the National Park Service, and then we headed up to the top of the lighthouse. I’m gonna go ahead and tell you a was a little nervous. For some reason, heights are not a big deal to me when I’m moving quickly. Roller coasters? A-ok! Ferris wheels? Get me the heck outta there. Lighthouses? No thanks. Not only was it 178 long steps to the top, but it was a huge spiral staircase, which meant that you could see all the way down when you looked through the stairs.
By the time we got to the top, my legs were shaking and it wasn’t because of the calf workout on the way up.
Whew! After that we walked around the lighthouse manager’s house and his 1st and 2nd assistants’ houses. Tybee Island, the lighthouse, and the southeastern GA coast played an important role in the Civil War, something of which I was not completely aware.
We decided to get more history in, by visiting Savannah, Georgia the next day.
UNTIL NEXT TIME…