2025 Big Truck across the Southeast, day 6

This morning felt different, possibly because we didn't have the stress of needing to pack up to head to the next destination. We knew we had several days here, so we planned to enjoy it. I snuck out while others were sleeping and decided to do a beach ride to see how much of the island I could access.

Most fat tire bikes you see these days are E-bikes, so there were a lot of puzzled looks from people seeing someone actually pedal a bike on the beach. Tybee has beaches pretty much on every portion except the east side, so there was plenty to see.

As I cut across the south end of the island to get back to the beach, I ran across one of the various speed limiting devices we discussed earlier. For this one, the jokes write themselves.

By the time I got back to the campsite, it was already in the mid 80s (not these mid 80s) and I was sweating profusely. I headed to the pool for a quick dip, then came back to find signs of life at the Big Truck. We decided to head to the beack and play in the waves, something each of us claims to love more than the other. After a quick flash thundershower returned the humidity to its rightful 100%, this chopper buzzed the tower. Were I an influencer on Twitter, I would blame the thunderstorm on the OBVIOUS cloudseeding device on the landing gear, as seen from my perch on this here flat earth.

Next - the activity of the day, the beach.

The next few hours were us thinking we were body surfing pros, lining up the waves for perfect rides over and over

The reality

Once we could barely walk out of the ocean, we figured it was time for a break and to grab a late lunch. While searching for a place within walking distance, this fine chap rolled by with a sweet beach cruiser fully outfitted with the ape-est of ape hangers.

We settled on this joint

Anytime you can stop at a diner named after a trailer park, which also serves amazing ahi tuna, and also has Mario Kart, 300, and Lizard Lick towing on the televisions, you do it. Here is a shot of Jordan and I after a bout with the Atlantic Ocean. Notice the hint of the sunburn that had not yet realized its full potential.

Upon returning to the Big Truck, and enduring another (targeted?) squall,

we took a couple hours to recoup. After the true ginger had a chance to reveal itself, I spent the next hour or two explaining to my family why I currently look the way I do after (3) separate applications of both SPF30 and SPF40.

Once we waited out the sun, we walked from the campground to North Beach to check out the sunset. Excellent choice.

Even though the water was roughly 80 degrees, it still felt great on the sunburn to take a quick dip. We were watching the seagulls and brown pelicans fishing - looking like me trying find that stray Mickey's grenade at the bottom of the cooler in the hockey locker room.

Nice little nightcap

Don't worry, your display is calibrated properly, lots of people have a natural magenta skin tone. After the sunset, we wanted to find the local ice cream shop (it's vacation) to close things out. We found one, and not only did it have a fine selection of ice cream,

but also an impressive display of one of my favorite things from the Jerry's Body Shop little league team that wreaked havoc (lost most of our games) in the 1979-81 Dorr Recreation era.

And finally, this amazing entry from the corporate fatcats at Big Industry, taking the candy cigarette approach to normalizing toxic waste. Movie producers, here is your free plotline for the Erin Brockovich sequel.

Tomorrow - more battling waves, perhaps a burka for me, and more island time things.