Dating back to 1736, Tybee Island Light Station is Georgia’s oldest and tallest (at 145 feet) lighthouse. Although it’s been rebuilt several times, it has continually guided mariners for over 270 years.
Visitors are invited, or perhaps challenged, to climb the 178 circular steps that lead to a 360-degree view from the top platform.
“Piece of cake,” we thought, so we got our tickets and started up. It was a heart-pumping climb, one that caused some huffing and puffing. Up top, looking out over the island I confessed that my legs were really tired. Reg responded, rather sheepishly, that he stopped to rest on several of the landings between flights of stairs. Even carryoncouple has their bad days!
We were encouraged to check out Tybee Island by sons Andrew, once there for a company meetup, and Chris, who visited on one of his cross-country jaunts. Both had fond memories of time on the island.
We made our way back down the lighthouse stairs, wandered around town and found a picnic table out on the wharf where we unpacked our lunch. The day was fairly overcast and a little chilly so we didn’t linger.
I was fascinated by the storm surge post. The ocean is well beyond the palm trees, so it’s hard to imagine why anyone would try to “ride out” a hurricane.
We called it a day after lunch, but I have to admit the memory of our lighthouse climb remained. For days our thighs were in misery. Sharp, stabbing pains reminded us that we have work to do if we hope to conquer any challenges in our future.