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2/7/99
Left Atlanta at 3:00 PM. When I arrived at Savannah, the street lights
were already on. The buildings were old and streets narrow. A little
further down highway 95, I stopped at a seaside town, New Brunswick.
Fast food restaurants lined up the road. Finally, found a board that
reads: "all you can eat flounder for $8.95". A REAL restaurant ! People
sit there drinking beer, enjoying raw osyter, clam etc. For $8.95
I ate all the flounder that I could eat.
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2/8/99
Woke up by my watch alarm at 6:30 AM, went downstairs for breakfast.
Some golfers and soldiers were already there. The soldiers were attending
a seminar. It is interesting to see them leaving like whirlwind.
Drove to a supermarket for camping purchase. Got some film, cooked
shrimp, a bag of biscuit and three bananas. At the ramp to the highway,
picked up a hitch-hiker, who claimed to be from Virginia and heading
to a $20/hour job in California. His valuables include a sleeping
bag and a watch. Apparently he felt he still had too much belongings,
as he later offered to sell to me the watch. He had spent the night
before in jail for being a penniless hitchhiker. After several exits,
I dropped him off. He cleaned my window shields as payment for the
ride. I gave him two bananas.
St. Mary is quite small, but has a submarine base nearby. I drove
through the town and arrived at the ferry dock. Many people were
already there waiting. The ferriy leaves for Cumberland island twice
in the morning, at 9:00 and 11:00. Camping on the island requires
reservation. For a camping permit in summer, you have to reserve
6 months in advance. Our ferry boat was greeted by two energetic
rangers on the island. After setting up my tent at Sea Camp site
4, I started hiking at 12:00. A single lane road marked as "main
road" runs across the island. The road was built from sand and shell
fragments. It took me two hours to get to "Plum Orchard" (?). Along
the road, saw some wild horses and lots of armadillos. The Plum
Orchard was donated by the Carnegie family. White paint was peeling
off the building. On the way back, stopped by Stafford beach. It
was beautiful. By the time I got back to the camp site, had walked
for about five hours. My feet were aching. A very long afternoon.
Persuaded myself to stand up to get some wood and water for supper.
On the way back, saw two little eyes glowing in the darkness. Stamped
my feet and screamed at it. It ran away quickly -- with a pack of
my noodle. I began to cook. The wood would not burn, but managed
to cook with some dry leaves. The leaf contains oil and burns very
well. The creature was observing me throughout my dinner. Had to
scare it off several times. The hot noodle soup was well worth the
cooking efforts. Now that the racoon had stolen the fast noodle
(tomorrow's breakfast), I carefully put the remaining food into
the food cage.
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