Summertime. It’s the season when the sun radiates in all of its glory, the scent of sunscreen incessantly permeates my pores, and long hours are spent at the beach baking in the heat until I’m the perfect hue of dark, golden brown. Indeed, summertime is synonymous with beach season, and anyone who knows me knows that I’m a sucker for the beach. I love everything about the beach from the soothing sound of the tide to the smell of salt in the air and even the grains of sand that persistently cling to my wet skin. I am a self-professed beach bum, and I wear my badge with pride!
As I planned my 4th of July trip to visit my cousin in Atlanta which included a brief roadtrip to Savannah, I was pleased to discover that Tybee Island Georgia, the most eastern point in the state, is just a short, 20-minute drive from Savannah. For as long as I’ve known that the State of Georgia has islands, I knew that I had to visit, so a half day spent in the island-city of Tybee Island during our all-too-short stay in Savannah, presented the perfect opportunity.
Despite my reservations, I developed a huge crush on Savannah. But our visit to Tybee Island had me falling head-over-heels. Savannah possesses an antebellum charm that’s a decorous reminder of the South’s gallant past. Tybee Island, on the other hand, has a casual ease that will leave you wondering if you are still, in fact, in the South. Simply put, it’s a town for beach bums such as myself. Heck, they even have an annual Beach Bum parade where parade floats make their way down Butler Avenue and onlookers have water gun wars. My kind of town.
I also liked the tropical feel of Tybee Island’s neighborhoods. Although its neighborhood roads, like Savannah’s, are lined with willows, the homes are less colonial and more Caribbean, or even Floridian, giving the place a distinct island vibe.
Across from the beach and near the mouth of the Savannah River, you’ll find the Tybee Lighthouse, which is still in operation. When it was first built in 1736, the lighthouse stood at 90 feet, making it the tallest building in America at the time. Although we didn’t climb to the top of the lighthouse which was decked out in the American flag in celebration of Independence Day, we enjoyed stunning views of the lighthouse from the ground.
Fort Screven and Battery Garland (neither of which we entered) are across the road from the lighthouse, but the most important find across the road is my favorite part of Tybee Island – the beach, of course!
Since I knew that we’d only spend a few hours in Tybee Island, I didn’t bother to bring beach attire, but that certainly didn’t stop me from getting my feet (and my dress) wet in the somewhat warm Atlantic waters. Other beach bummers also exuded happiness and relaxation as they soaked up the Georgian sun!