Catherine’s Favorite Mile:A maze of oaks, surf, and discovery.
When I lived in Boston, I hung a picture of an oak tree at Driftwood Beach above my computer—the sky in the picture was on fire, brilliant shades of pinks and oranges, the color of peaches. I told my friends about the overturned live oaks uprooted by the erosion that occurs on the northern end of many of our barrier islands. The trees, ghostly and magnificent, marked the landscape of Driftwood Beach—or Boneyard Beach, as it’s sometimes called.
In early 2014, I flew down to Georgia for an interview at One Hundred Miles. The day was overcast and, as I boarded the plane at Logan airport, snow began to fall. A few hours later I’d step off the plane into a 70 degree Jacksonville day. My luggage stored safely in the trunk of my rental, I drove straight to Driftwood beach. I walked for hours exploring and soaking in the sunshine.
During my interview the next day, I looked at Megan and Alice. “This is my story. I love coastal Georgia so much I couldn’t wait to get outside,” I explained, my sunburned arms and face bright red from the day before.
I love Driftwood beach on Jekyll Island more than any place in the world. The sand, waves, and oaks hold some of the most wonderful memories of my life: walking my black lab down the beach as he dug holes in search of ghost crabs, the rising tides and dolphins out in the surf, and combing the beach at night in search of nesting sea turtles.
Now that I live in coastal Georgia again, I take my new lab Tallulah to Driftwood beach. She loves to swim in the ocean. Sometimes I swim out with her. Sometimes I sit on shore and get covered in sand and mosquito bites, and think about how lucky I am to live again in this wonderful place.