By Claire Northcutt
Cumberland Island is one of the most magical places on earth.
From the unbelievable trees to the pristine beaches, there are so many wonders to explore. I was fortunate enough to get to spend three months on the island working to restore trails for visitors with the Georgia Conservancy, the National Park Service and volunteer groups. It was truly an experience of a lifetime.
Each day brought new adventures and experiences. One day in particular, I took a quick morning run to the beach and watched the sun rise (which is always breathtaking) and then went out and hit the trails with the trail crew. That day, we took a lunch break on Grand Avenue, found tons of shark teeth and I got to hang out with the best park-trail maintenance group around.
After a busy day, I went down to Dungeness Dock, watched a group of manatees, and took a night walk under the stars. The best part is that every day was like that. Never a dull moment, and so much nature to enjoy! I’ve missed waking up on the island and taking in the beauty all around, but I’m looking forward to going back soon.
- Claire Northcutt is a former Cumberland Island intern for the Georgia Conservancy.
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