We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We have a similar trip planned to the famous Greyfield Inn on Cumberland Island in Georgia. We love Georgia but, then again, we love almost anywhere. Again, no phones, no wifi, no TV, no shops, and no transportation other than bike or foot. Other than the old mansion (built by Carnegie), there is no other development. All nature sanctuary. Bring binoculars of course, bathing suit ... and mosquito spray.
Hikes and bikes, and sea, all day.
You get there by boat from Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island. Ha. I've been there! Had a fine seafood lunch in Fernandina overlooking the harbor. Huge plate of fried oysters with pepper salsa, as I recall, cole slaw on the side, and a couple of beers.
That's a beautiful part of Georgia. Mrs. Mudbug is a Georgia Peach from not-too-far-away Valdosta. She spent every birthday till she was a teenager at Frenandina Beach. The Ritz Carlton on Amelia Island hosts the Amelia Island Concours d'Elegance every year in March. If you're any kind of a car nut, it's a great event at a beautiful time of the year. Some consider it better than Pebble Beach.
It's sad about the racial conflicts that have invaded Valdosta recently. The Georgia Peaches need to contact their many legislators to keep the state as welcoming as always. It's too much of an asset to let it slip away.
Vacationed there once - great "undiscovered" area. We met a citizen there who owned a tchotchke ashtray made from a section of the "Hercules Club" tree - all covered outside with spines. I've tried for years to find someone who would sell me a foot-long piece of that wood, to make one of our own . . .