|Jim Collins on his home-made dock.|
|Jim, wife, Nancy, and Margie.|
His concrete block home is about 1,600 feet from a small creek, the "last creek before the Savannah River," which you see in the short distance. The Savannah empties into the Atlantic and is a major route for east coast shipping. I asked Jimmy the name of the creek. "Doesn't have one," he said. "Why not name it Last Creek?" I said. "Good idea," he said.
A few years ago, Jim decided it would be good to have a dock from his back yard to Last Creek and he set to building. What he finished, four years later, was a quarter mile of dock, set in the marsh mud, which enables him to climb aboard his Boston Whaler and scurry around the marshes and the Savannah River at high tide, fishing, exploring and just having a grand time.
|The dock and the whaler.|
You can sit on the end of the dock--the covered portion--for hours just watching the wildlife do what it does. Great entertainment, nice breeze, wonderful smells.
The marsh leading back to Jim's house is filled with clams and a good clam digger can harvest a bunch by just leaning out of the boat. They're there for the picking.
Herewith a few final photos from the trip south. You will note a few photos and reference to the SCAD festival near the end of the photos. SCAD is Savannah College of Art and Design, one of the best art schools in the country. It has a festival each year for graduation.
(And by the way, a day day back has meant a great deal for both the cold and the nasty mosquito bites.)
|Waves crashing on Tybee beach.|
|"Look for us under the red tent."|
|This kid was rooting out a crab.|
|The beach from the water.|
|Old wood with character.|
|Margie and I take a stroll.|
|This boy flew over head, but did not strafe us.|
|In the back yard at Jim's house.|
|Margie, Meghann, Allison at a SCAD festival.|
|At the SCAD festival.|
|Forsythe Park in downtown Savannah is simply marvelous.|
|Moss-covered live oak does not get old.|
|And one for the photographer.|