One of our first stops on Tybee Island, Georgia, was at Chamacos. It was hot, we were thirsty, and their beach colored picnic tables of yellow, blue, orange and green with attached umbrellas for shade looked very inviting. Jarritos was our choice and to me they tasted like the Orange Crush soda pop of our youth. Ah, cold, wet, soothing. CRASH, BANG, CRASH!
"Who's hurt? What was that?" I looked around but no one else was looking around. At first I thought the waitress coming down the white wooden steps with a serving tray had lost it! Finally, and I'm pretending to be normal, I saw there were kids playing with a large Jenga set of wood blocks each about 3 inches square and 16 inches long, and their tower had crashed down. Boy, did they made a disruptive, get-on-your-feet sound!
It's Spencer's fault. For supper we opted for the Sundae Cafe. Every year that we go to Tybee Island, we go to Sundae Cafe. The first time we went Spencer got grouper. He'd never had grouper before and it was so tasty we returned the next year and asked for our usual table. Just for fun, we called the table in the left back corner "our usual." Their grouper is lightly breaded, soft insides, with a umami flavor.
The wait line down the sidewalk was long, our names were on the list. When the young female hostess called a name 6 women of about the same age stood up, escorted by 1 man! Intriguing, how I'd loved to ask questions about that little grouping.
Time for the lighthouse, up 179 steps to look over the Tybee world of expansive blue beyond waters, and summer cottages, and houses by the beach. Ian said he saw a large moth up there. "That high up?" I was surprised.
John couldn't climb. His knee was still suffering, so he explored the first floor museum section to discover that Tybee is an American Native Euchee Indian word for "salt". Also, read that a fighter plane and a bomber in 1958, a year after I was born, collided. To save the crews they jettisoned a near 8,000 pound nuclear bomb somewhere near the shores of Tybee, never found! Wow, another possible get-off-your-butt crash, bang sound!
From there it's to Fort Screven we go. This coastal artillary post was named after a brigadier general of the Revolutionary War. It was a free self-guided tour that included fun things like artifacts from a defunct amusement park and guns from previous wars like the long gun shotgun with a 2 inch bore and 9 foot barrel. Then it's "Exit to the rooftop, folks!"
For more on the long gun go here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punt_gun
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