“Some beach, some where” lyrically rambles through my head. I know, I know, it’s all about a man who endures frustration, but I hear Blake Shelton’s voice in there coaxing me right back to Tybee Island to sit under “a big umbrella casting shade” with “a warm breeze blowin”.
East of Savannah, you know, a wonderful getaway, Tybee Island.
You can’t resist the tug and pull of the Atlantic waves for soothing away the troubles. Nor for salt washing the soul. It’s Pier Pleasure. LOL, yes, I said that. Puns are fun, aren’t they?
There were plenty of them as we navigated the side roads, and main thoroughfares with our golf cart. We saw Pier Pleasure tacked to an outside shower house, a must to keep sand out of plumbing and off hardwood floors.
John preferred riding in the back of the golf cart. He could relax. Didn’t have to concern himself with traffic. Just the vacation he wanted he said.
Spencer liked being the man behind the wheel. He drove us through allies, and down to boat ramps, where we watched red sailed dinghies take off, and through the sandy paths, and over the graveled bypass created especially for golf cart traffic.
So, up close, first hand, we got to see the islanders’ happiness printed on signs nailed to their beach houses, and hung on their yard ornaments. Some were even painted on their garage walls. One such sign punned the French phrase “C’est la vie” with the words Sea Le Vie. We pointed and grinned.
Slowly cruising by the next house that had an open-air carport, we spied a sign hanging from a bird’s neck. “Sassy Seagull” it read. Funny.
So was the dinosaur with multi-colored Christmas tinsel dangling from his jaws, like it was still Christmas! Sheesh. Then there was the giant sea turtle climbing up a house wall, and the truck duck. There was a white duck peering at us through the closed window of a big red Chevy truck. For a nanosecond we were concerned until we realized he was stone still. Made of cement, he was; all too funny!
A billboard advertisement said they sold Handi-Houses. Of course, Spencer looked closely. He claims he’s moving to Tybee, but, alas, this sign was not for home buying. This Handi-House sign was for the common shed! Ha, ha.
We saw Cap’n Mike Dolphin Tours, Dizzy Dean Liquors, and the alligator at the Crab Shack. That green imitation alligator was about seven feet tall including its open gaping mouth.
On the way home, “leaving the palm trees, and salty evenin’ air”, we went through South Carolina and passed another fun sign, Coosawhatchie. That one I had to look up!
It’s a city's name derived from the Indian tribe of Coosaw and their word for river, hatchie. Well, that explanation made sense, but it was more fun to have it tumbling around in my brain and spilling off my lips, “Coose-a-watch-ee.” Say it again. “Coose-a-watch-ee”. One more time and you’ve said it three times fast, hilarious.
If you’ve been landlocked by the flats of Illinois, the hills of Kentucky, and the rolling plains of Ohio, and have ever taken a vacation to ocean waters, you know what I mean -- there’s nothing like “nowhere to go” and “a beautiful sunset”. My mind is still rambling that beachy song.
Waving goodbye, sea waves back! It's a Conch-clusion. Chuckle, it’s punny!
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