James Boyd
A picnic under the full moon
B. J. and I wanted to get the New Year started right so on Sunday evening we donned some warm clothes and B. J. threw together a fundelicious picnic dinner consisting of BBQ pork loin and chicken sandwiches, potato salad, chips and hot chocolate and we saddled Big Red and reined him to our friend’s deck right smack dab on St. Simons Beach. Although it was still one night away from being full, the moon was awesome. The nice cozy deck is an ideal place to spread a meal and enjoy an unobstructed view of the glorious moon over the Atlantic. Big Red was nickering happily.
We had missed the splendid moonrise. Nevertheless, when we arrived at the deck, the brilliant moon was bathing the sea with amazing grandeur.
The deck extends over the rocks and onto the beach. The only way one can be any closer to the beach is to actually be on the sand. It is a great place to kick back, have a sandwich, relax and enjoy the seaside allure. We tethered Big Red in the moonlight a few feet from the deck. He was calm, like the smoothly rolling surf; however, like the sea that has the potential to quickly turn into a tempest, Big Red harbors the same likelihood.
There in the glow of the moon, we unpacked our goodies and spread them on the table. We were excited. The moon was catching us up in its spell. The food would be better eaten by the light of the beautiful moon.
The tide was in. We munched quietly on our sandwiches and listened to the waves lapping gently on the rocks beneath the deck. The placid rhythmic wash of the waves on the rocks a few feet below us together with the reflections of the glowing moonbeams on the glimmering sea like millions of tiny dancing water fairies lulled us into the fantasy of St. Simons Island under the January full moon.
This stretch of St. Simon’s beach is steeped in folklore that goes back to colonial times and adds to its enchantment. On a bright moonlight night sometimes it seems that you can hear whispers coming from the tenderly rolling tide.
We lounged on the deck munching on our goodies and basking happily in the beaming glow of the moon. We remembered when we walked on this beach together for the first time on our honeymoon. We were caught up in a world of entrancing excitement.
Then a ghostly phenomenon appeared offshore; it was huge and moving in our direction. The chill of the night penetrated deeper as we huddled closer to the deck’s rail and watched the approaching spectacle; it had eyes and gave off a barely audible moaning as it moved toward us. B. J. grasped my hand tightly. We recalled the stories we had heard and read of the ghost ships that ply the sound.
Then the bright moonlight illuminated the “monster”; it was an enormous seagoing auto transport headed to the Brunswick Port to disgorge its cargo of imported vehicles. The gray vessel irradiated by the shining moon indeed appeared ghostlike. We snuggled closer.
Hitched near the deck, Big Red blazed his red body lustrously and proudly in the ray of the moon.
A few yards away, another St. Simons icon, the renowned and fabulous St. Simons Lighthouse added to the charm of the night as it sent its bright shaft of light twenty-three miles across the waves to signal any ships that might be searching for refuge in the harbor.
Captivated by the magic of the night, we hated to leave. We could have stayed all night. Nonetheless, since the full moon was still a night away, we promised ourselves that we would return and experience it in its full splendor.
We have experienced full moon ecstasy in a lot of places but the full moon over St. Simons ranks high on our list of full moon special places.
The full moon will return in February and we will be here to lounge in it.
The deck extends over the rocks and onto the beach. The only way one can be any closer to the beach is to actually be on the sand. It is a great place to kick back, have a sandwich, relax and enjoy the seaside allure. We tethered Big Red in the moonlight a few feet from the deck. He was calm, like the smoothly rolling surf; however, like the sea that has the potential to quickly turn into a tempest, Big Red harbors the same likelihood.
There in the glow of the moon, we unpacked our goodies and spread them on the table. We were excited. The moon was catching us up in its spell. The food would be better eaten by the light of the beautiful moon.
The tide was in. We munched quietly on our sandwiches and listened to the waves lapping gently on the rocks beneath the deck. The placid rhythmic wash of the waves on the rocks a few feet below us together with the reflections of the glowing moonbeams on the glimmering sea like millions of tiny dancing water fairies lulled us into the fantasy of St. Simons Island under the January full moon.
This stretch of St. Simon’s beach is steeped in folklore that goes back to colonial times and adds to its enchantment. On a bright moonlight night sometimes it seems that you can hear whispers coming from the tenderly rolling tide.
We lounged on the deck munching on our goodies and basking happily in the beaming glow of the moon. We remembered when we walked on this beach together for the first time on our honeymoon. We were caught up in a world of entrancing excitement.
Then a ghostly phenomenon appeared offshore; it was huge and moving in our direction. The chill of the night penetrated deeper as we huddled closer to the deck’s rail and watched the approaching spectacle; it had eyes and gave off a barely audible moaning as it moved toward us. B. J. grasped my hand tightly. We recalled the stories we had heard and read of the ghost ships that ply the sound.
Then the bright moonlight illuminated the “monster”; it was an enormous seagoing auto transport headed to the Brunswick Port to disgorge its cargo of imported vehicles. The gray vessel irradiated by the shining moon indeed appeared ghostlike. We snuggled closer.
Hitched near the deck, Big Red blazed his red body lustrously and proudly in the ray of the moon.
A few yards away, another St. Simons icon, the renowned and fabulous St. Simons Lighthouse added to the charm of the night as it sent its bright shaft of light twenty-three miles across the waves to signal any ships that might be searching for refuge in the harbor.
Captivated by the magic of the night, we hated to leave. We could have stayed all night. Nonetheless, since the full moon was still a night away, we promised ourselves that we would return and experience it in its full splendor.
We have experienced full moon ecstasy in a lot of places but the full moon over St. Simons ranks high on our list of full moon special places.
The full moon will return in February and we will be here to lounge in it.
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