Yesterday, Aimee and I braved freezing, hurricane-force winds to take a ferry over to Cumberland Island on the coast of Georgia.
Why? Well, to see some ruins of the old Carnegie estate there, of course!
It’s a strange place with wild horses roaming around, wind whipping sand in your eyes, live oaks shading the trails with their long scraggly limbs.
Back in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, it was home to several relatives of the Carnegie family, and their estates stand in varying states of repair across the island. The largest and most magnificent, Dungeness, burned down in 1959 and its stone ruins memorialize a more grand and leisurely time (for the right people, of course).
It’s a wonderful place. The ferry, not so much–at least not in February!