It's been almost two weeks now since I left the island. I can still remember the feeling of waking up to misty sunrises and dew on the Spanish moss. Memories from the trip arrange themselves in my mind in moments, strung together by the long thread of Main Road, the solitary thoroughfare on Cumberland. All experiences are tethered to some amount of time on its sand-paved surface, where intrepid amateur archaeologists scour the dredged material for shark teeth and other treasures.
A journey to the road's northernmost tip ensures you'll see nearly no one. We ventured out in search of Christmas Creek and found so much more. A trip down memory lane with natural historian and regal character Carol Ruckdeschel, a peek into the First African Baptist Church founded by the African-American community in 1893 and made nationally-famous by the wedding of John F. Kennedy Jr. and Carolyn Bessette in 1996, and a 6-mile beach walk where the sky was mirrored in the tide and we collected perfect shells and saw not a soul.
And of course, I'll never forget where that road brought us home to each day- our shared driveway with the Greyfield Inn. A historic Carnegie family holding turned boutique inn, Greyfield has everything to offer history-lovers, garden-lovers, adventure-lovers, food-lovers, and well, lover-lovers.
You approach the Inn on a winding drive, never catching a complete glimpse of the structure for the elegant, sturdy arms of live oaks. Once you reach the grand entry stairs, you feel as though you'd be content forever on its wide, shaded porch, peeking in towards the library with its warm fire burning and local cheese and honey set out before dinner. This place is truly of your most romantic southern daydreams, with the electric crackle of a world-class establishment firing on all cylinders.
As a landscape-lover, I joined a tour of the kitchen gardens, which are expertly run, innovative, and engaging. Produce from the gardens finds its way into the Inn's food and cocktails as well as on tables and doors as decoration. After the tour, I wandered through Gogo's studio and was awestruck by the originality with which Cumberland's delicate, fleeting flora and fauna (if one could refer to an armadillo as 'delicate) are transformed in silver and gold. Through her work, I was lucky enough to take a piece of Cumberland home with me in a way I never would have been able to otherwise.
So go- go to Cumberland Island. It will leave a mark on your heart forever.