After spending the entire week closed up in the house, with the mini blinds drawn, trying to escape six consecutive days of 100 degree heat, it happened…I came down with “cabin fever”! You know, the feeling– if I don’t get out of this house, I am going to go absolutely crazy! On Saturday, I was as ill as a hornet, but by Sunday morning, I had formulated a cure for what was ailing me!
My cure for “cabin fever” consisted of getting up at 6:30 on Sunday morning, throwing two lounge chairs and a cooler full of drinks into the trunk, then heading to nearby St. Simon’s Island!
In addition to the chairs and coolers, Ed and I also packed our daughter and her family into the backseat to enjoy the trip with us! My daughter loves the beach as much as I do–so she happily planted herself in the backseat to go along and share “my cure”.
The weather for Sunday was predicted to be back near 100 degrees for the seventh day in a row, but I was a woman on a mission–to get out of the house for a day! No way was I going to let the heat keep me inside for one more day! I figured if there was any place around where the heat might be bearable, it would be beside the ocean–in the shade.
The weather man was “right on the money” again, and temperatures ranged from 98-101 degrees on Sunday afternoon, but we spent four wonderful hours lounging under the shade of those beautiful, large oak trees on St. Simon’s Island! The breeze from the ocean made the heat tolerable, but it was still pretty warm–and would you believe, we managed to get sunburned in the shade?!
We strolled along the shore a bit, and waded in the water some. The water was very warm. In fact,the water was warmer than I ever remember it being, but it felt good. Granddaughter, Madison, found a stray yellow balloon on the shore, and had great time playing ball with it for a while.
The entire picnic area along the pier village, was practically deserted. For a while we were the only ones under the massive oak trees, but eventually a few more families ventured out for picnics. We had the place pretty much to ourselves–except for some black birds who came to share our lunch–and poop on us from the trees above! Daughter, Brandy, got pooped on twice!
We arrived back at home by 5:30 in the afternoon, a little sandy, a little burned, a little tired, but with no more “cabin fever”! Relaxing by the ocean has a way of chasing my blues away, and making everything seem better!
Cost of the gas to get to the ocean…$30.00. Cost of breakfast on the road…$7.00. Cost of our picnic lunch…$5.00. The peace of mind gained by taking the trip…PRICELESS! Mission accomplished 🙂