About a month ago, I asked Lou to connect the electric head (toilet) for my birthday. He had turned it off because it drew too much battery power, but I had never gotten a chance to use it. By today, I had forgotten my request. In the morning, after having tea served to me in bed, I went to wash up and discovered, much to my surprise, the lever for the head was missing. Lou had hooked up the electric connection! I don't ask for much, but this was a delightful present.
By the way, an interesting fact: the term 'head' comes from the old days when sailors would have to go over the side to relieve themselves. They would go to the bow of the boat where the figurehead and headsails were. Thus the phrase"going to the head" was coined.
To celebrate my birthday, we anchored at Jekyll Island, Georgia, which is one of the barrier islands close to the Florida border. The island is so flat that many use bikes to explore the island, and we were no different. Our cloudy, chilly day turned bright, warm and sunny, lighting up this 
Golden Isle, named for the beautiful yellow color of the salt marsh reeds. The ride, along paved bike paths, was spectacular as we passed woodlands as beautiful as a botanical garden, inland salt marshes a
nd marsh hammock
s, beaches and the ocean. We stopped twice; once to walk along the white sand beach to dramatically snarled tree trunks and limbs of upturned trees partially buried in the sand. So, sorry - I forgot my camera and don't have a picture.
While we walked along the beach, dolphins were playing (or feeding?) about 20 feet off the beach, and one sped towards me so fast I thought it would land on the beach. "He did that for my birthday", I told Lou.
Golden Isle, named for the beautiful yellow color of the salt marsh reeds. The ride, along paved bike paths, was spectacular as we passed woodlands as beautiful as a botanical garden, inland salt marshes a
nd marsh hammock
s, beaches and the ocean. We stopped twice; once to walk along the white sand beach to dramatically snarled tree trunks and limbs of upturned trees partially buried in the sand. So, sorry - I forgot my camera and don't have a picture.
While we walked along the beach, dolphins were playing (or feeding?) about 20 feet off the beach, and one sped towards me so fast I thought it would land on the beach. "He did that for my birthday", I told Lou. 
On the way back to our anchorage, we stopped along the Atlantic side to see the surf and tide breaking along the bottom of the steps and the sand dunes above. It was late in the day, dusk beginning, and the light took on its crepuscular glow.
Later, after showers, we biked back to a grand mansion once the largest home on the island called Crane "Cottage" which was built for Crane of plumbing supplies fame. We had dinner by the light of a fireplace. Biking there and back in the dark, we rode along brightly lit displays of holiday decorations making it appear like a fantasyland. The most spectacular were the white lights strung up and along the trunks and limbs of the live oak trees embrac
ing the road from both sides.
ing the road from both sides.
