TO-BEE at TYBEE '23 - RIVER'S END CAMPGROUND

                              River's End Campground is a hidden gem 

                                  at the northern tip of Tybee Island.

The blue fish, left, pointed to the entrance.  On the road there we saw loggerhead turtle signs with directional arrows.

Loggerhead turtles are native to Tybee in abundance!

At the campground office we were met by a volunteer and his dog, Tippy, riding the golf cart to lead us to our cabin.  Darling Hubby John says, "Tippy was the man's sidekick, had an important job to do -- keep him motivated."

Next morning, John sleeping in, Spencer in the lower bunk with A/C blowing, enveloping him, and the lights off in his area, I asked if he'd like to share a banana with me.  He says, "I actually tried to eat it 'cause you said, "Here's a half banana." and I expected it to be soft.  But, NO!  It's got the peel."  Well, yah, I figured that was more hygienic!  From there we went to the north shore, took a photo of the sun on the horizon and spied something white and plastic-like all over the sand.  They looked like half broken coke bottles but turns out they were jellyfish.  I'd never seen jellyfish and we were advised not to touch them as some could still sting.  

Here, on the closet door in the cabin, I have my "Pamela's Paradise" bag gifted me from Ian and Nikki, the words so true.  And keys to our locomotion aka naturally air-conditioned golf cart.  And, my coffee hat, which got baptized in dark water on a dark beach in the year twenty-twenty-two by a wind-swept slinger of java, Jeani!  As you can see, it washed out.

According to a female campground volunteer, who we befriended, Tybee means salt, and Lazeretto Creek running through it means "of the dead" or "for the contagious" a final port of call for diseased ship passengers.

As we played card games like Euchre With The Invisible Man, Rummy, and worked the paper's puzzles, we contemplated the volunteers information of Pirate Fest (Oct.), and Christmas Lighted Boat Parade (Dec.),  and Beach Bum Parade (May).  The air was ocean-breeze fresh, the relaxing porch was life's-burdens free, and the blue umbrella over the campground's pool was soul salve, ah.  And then you realize the son, yes, s, o, n, is contemplating a return, a permanent return.  Those festival parades added to the lure of him taking up residence!

The fish, the turtles, the jellyfish, the cabin life make this a hidden gem, I'll just have be a stowaway when he goes, he can consider me extra baggage!  ROFL.