Atlanta, Ga.
Panic Averted
By David Moody
On January 8, 2015, I took my first camping/hiking trip to Cumberland Island.
I was excited about the trip but concerned about the rain and the cold weather that had moved in. I remember getting on the ferry with our group as we headed toward the island. As we approached the island, I had no idea it was so pretty and natural. I felt like I had just arrived at Jurassic Park. I remember thinking as I put up my tent how peaceful and quiet it was on the island. As we walked to the beach, I was pleased to see the beautiful trails and how easy it was to follow them and get around. That made it easy for the late night bathroom run.
The hiking, the wild horses, the ruins and the natural beauty of the island in January during a cold spell was so refreshing. I was able to think and refresh as I prepared to leave two weeks later for four months at Harvard. The beautiful sunsets and the nice people we encountered were an awesome experience. I was surprised how many people like myself had never been to Cumberland Island. I almost had a panic attack my first night in my small tent, but the refreshing air and quiet of the island quickly removed the panic. I hope this island will continued to be a well kept, subdued, quiet place to go to enjoy nature and recharge.
- David Moody is an executive with C.D. Moody Construction.
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