The boneyard is called that because the beach is littered with massive stumps. We walked all along the beach and then headed north. We eventually got close enough to Georgia that I could throw a rock and hit it. We stopped for dinner and then headed back south. We got to the Spoonbill Lale just at dusk and the Spoonbills were out for our viewing pleasure.
Dune restoration area
Backlit wooded trail
Goofball for scale
So many great art projects
Choose your steps wisley
After much driving we found a dinner place
Bathrooms
Tentacles and tots! A good appetiser
Ken gets the fresh fish
Pizza for my dinner, breakfast and lunch the next day
Locals with leopard dyed hair
The most northern extent of our trip
Herons heading over to the roost
Damn those willets!
Spoonbills
More little plovers
So very pink
A very calm lake
With great reflections
One damn slippery surface
Bunny
Blue Heron with a live snake trying to deal with
Heading back to camp
It has been 3 years and 354 days since we began our Migration
