Living in the Cowboy State we get to see many, many different things. We’ve been to Devil’s Tower, the biggest outdoor rodeo, over mountain ranges, to Yellowstone, seen elk in our yard, deer on our porch, snow and negative temperatures. But, one thing that Wyoming doesn’t have is the beach.
It’s been almost five years since Matt and I have been to the beach or large body of water.
It used to be one of my favorite things. Matt would usually surprise me with a beach trip right before we would have to go back to school for the fall. We’ve been to Daytona, Cape San Blas, Hilton Head, Jekyll, Myrtle and Tybee. They were good trips and some that we’ll never forget.
Our hometown in Georgia is roughly five hours away from the Atlantic Ocean. Here in Wyoming, five hours away from something is “close”. Our girls are pretty good car riders/long trip riders (except that one time on the airplane). So while we were in Georgia we had to make a trip to the ocean while we were so “close”.
We made our way down to Savannah and then over to Tybee.
I grew up going to Tybee Island. We had family that lived near there and went to reunions hosted near there. I am VERY familiar with the area.
It was Ruby and Clara’s first view of the ocean, beach sand, the salty air and the smell.
They LOVED it.
We got there right at low tide. The tide pools were warm and wave-free. They are the best to play in.
There was a great deal of splashing, digging, jumping of waves, chasing of birds, and laughter.
We also took in a little history at the light house, River Street, the Waving Girl statue, watching cargo ships and cobble stone roads.
We got to eat some fresh, fresh, fresh seafood, sit out under the stars with a salty breeze, get some freshly made pecan, PECAN praline ice cream and just soak everything in.
It was a good time.
I love the beach and I’m very grateful that the girls got to experience that salty air.
