Random photos from my camping trip to Cumberland Island or as I like to call it, photos of ‘that was some kind of wonderful’……
Leaving the dock in St Marys early morning…..
When in the beauty of solitude you see things with so much more clarity. The sky is far bluer, the blades of salt meadow cordgrass soft and windblown like a cowlick and you see the grace in the lonesome shoreline. You value the delicateness of catkins and the harsh discarded shells of the horseshoe crabs and in these moments, the only sound you will hear is that of the exhalation of your own breath in wonderment to it all.
The ruins on Cumberland Island, preserved by the National Parks Service, are the remains of the ‘Dungeness Mansion’. This once four story home of tabby was built in 1803. Tabby is a construction material made from crushed oyster shell, sand, water, ash and lime (the lime being made from burning oyster shells). The mansion was destroyed by fire, thought to be an arson attack, in 1959. I recently did some research on the mansion and the family who lived there and I found a few early photographs showing the grandeur and elegance of the original building. The photographs below are courtesy of ‘The National Parks Service’ and ‘The Living History of Cumberland Island’.
And below, is a glimpse of how it remains today.
Travel somehow changes you. It leaves an indelibly mark on your memory and on your heart. I will always follow my own path because although I do not know where it leads, I know the journey getting there will be an amazing one……xx