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Skidaway Island, GA
February, 2001
Dear Jake & Amelia,
Tonight we are camping at Skidaway Island State Park, just south of
Savannah, GA. Some say that the island's name is derived from an old Indian
word. Others say it's because when the sheriff came to break up the
whiskey stills, the moon shiners
would skid away. The weather is still cool, but we're happy to be
in our little house. We continue to hug the coast on our drive south.
It's been fascinating and mostly beautiful. You would love the Outer
Banks of North Carolina. Charleston is pretty; the camellias are in
bloom. We're going to Savannah tomorrow, if we can pull ourselves away
from here. The forest is full of towering live oaks dripping with
Spanish moss, palm trees, palmettos, and mist blowing in from the
salt marshes. We saw deer, osprey and great white herons this afternoon.
The alligators are still hunkered down in the mud. This is where giant twelve foot tall three toed
sloths lived. We don't know where they
are now.
Nancy & Peter |
