It took me awhile to connect with the Georgia coast. It’s only 100 miles long. We have been used to Florida water; the crystal blue and green of the keys, the tight skinned sunburn despite lotions galore. After a couple weeks the love started to brew, starting in my stomach then to my heart. It took some Oysters in St. Simons Island and a ghost tour in Jekyll Island; a lot of miles on a bicycle. Today on the tip of Tybee Island, the grey silt sparkly water started to appeal; with the lighthouse behind it, the smell of puff mud, the oyster rakes, and miles of marsh grass. Maybe it was the vanilla late at Tybean (great title) or the beautiful shore birds. Even the smell; a salty brine makes me smile. Tybee is small, attainable, simple. It’s busy but not crowded. Savannah is right next door, with food, fun, and history. There is more marsh grass than anywhere in the US and dolphin pods spend their whole life here. The Spanish Moss on the Live Oaks create these canopies with shade and sun. Riding a motorcycle is special with trees like this, arms surrounding you, trees older than the formation of our country. I never realized this small section of coast had so much beauty, such great food, so many friendly faces, so much to offer. It never ceases to amaze me how much of this world we have yet to discover, despite our continuous travel for the past four plus years. It reminds me there is always more to learn, more to see and more to experience, sometimes on a small strip of only 100 miles.