Jerry and I have been out roaming coastal Georgia and Florida the past few days to promote my book, Give My Love to the Chestnut Trees. I’d never visited the charming little town of St. Mary’s, (only read about it in books and magazines), but, oh, how lovely it is.
We visited Once Upon a Bookseller Bookstore, then set out to discover a little about the town.
Steeped in history, it’s also notable for being the gateway to Cumberland Island, one of the nation’s best-preserved wilderness areas.
We visited the Cumberland Visitor’s Center, and though we missed the ferry for the day, we stood at the dock from which the boats depart and gazed out over the sparkling water.
We visited Once Upon a Bookseller Bookstore, then set out to discover a little about the town.
Steeped in history, it’s also notable for being the gateway to Cumberland Island, one of the nation’s best-preserved wilderness areas.
We visited the Cumberland Visitor’s Center, and though we missed the ferry for the day, we stood at the dock from which the boats depart and gazed out over the sparkling water.
Just a ferry ride away, wild horses flew like the wind along pristine beaches.
Just then, I had an “I wanna be a park ranger moment.”
Have I mentioned this desire of mine? I suppose it first surfaced during our home schooling years. All the National Park visits and historical tours during our educational travel reinforced it. I love history, and nature, and the outfit’s not too bad either.
I don’t suppose I’ll ever be a park ranger, and I’m sure the jobs not all I think it might be. But, I can write about them. There’s a park ranger in a future book out there somewhere.
And those wild horses…
I’m reminded once more of verses from Job 39 which Randall Wallace used to start his film Secretariat. God is speaking:
Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?
He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength,
And charges into the fray.
I may never be a park ranger, but one day soon, I sure hope to see those wild horses.
Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?
He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength,
And charges into the fray.
I may never be a park ranger, but one day soon, I sure hope to see those wild horses.