Cold and windy on arising, turning into a beautiful November day.
In the 1930s and 40s Tybee Island had many large resort hotels and a pavilion. It was a regular stop of the big bands, but that is now all gone. Today it is mostly a community of quiet residences and vacation homes for people wishing to escape the summer heat.
Our campground is just off US Hwy 80. We drove about five miles to its end and found this sign, saying the other end is San Diego. The map indeed shows intermittent stretches of Hwy 80 stretching west, but I’m not sure you can find it today in San Diego; you will find I-8. I-80, to confuse things, passes by Roseville with a terminus in San Francisco and an eastern terminus in, I believe, New Jersey.
A Tybee officer came by as I stood in the middle of the lightly traveled (in November, anyway) main street. I clicked and waited, and he hollered asking if we’d like a photo of the two of us. We said sure, so he parked his patrol car in the middle of the street and took the second picture. Nice guy.
Beyond this sign we found am amazing tidal beach, bordered on one side by the Atlantic Ocean and on the other angle by the Tybee Creek, looking like a lot more than a creek. Nobody was out and we enjoyed walking around. Signs warn of strong currents, don’t swim.
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