May 8 at 12:45pm · College Park, GA · TSA took great interest and swabbed by balls.... juggling balls
My "Sabbatical" Starting Off in Rare Form
I had booked a room at the Best Western Plus that was pretty much equidistant to beach and the river. I was thinking that would place me strategically in a place where I would have the access to both. It was also much cheaper than either of the locations.
And for good reason...
Rather than getting the best of both worlds, I was stuck in a no-man's-land that could have been anywhere in the country.
All of the best chain restaurants were within walking distance; as was a Walmart and several auto parts stores. But I did have a rental car, so I was able to escape rather easily.
I ended up at King Neptune, a few times a bar/restaurant near the beach which had a good mix of locals and tourists, as well as a friendly bartender, Sara, who managed to remember my name, that it was spelled without an "h" and my drink within a couple of visits.
I also bought a really cheap bike from Walmart and locked it to the fence at the car rental place for the time I had a car. I might add the reasons why the bike was so incredibly cheap. It's front wheel was bent out of shape. So much so, that I had to disengage the front brake to keep it from grinding to a halt anytime I stopped pedaling. 70% of a bikes braking power is in the front brake, which meant I was now riding on a very heavy bike with a fairly heavy person with very little ability to stop quickly.
I was fine with this at the time because, "A"- I was going to be riding along the beach so I wouldn't need to come to a quick stop very often and "B" I was going to get it fixed or buy a new front tire so it wouldn't be an issue.
The problem with this was that neither A or B ended up happening.
I drove down to the beach on what would be the perfect day for it, sunny, warm but not too hot.
Lots of cars and traffic but I managed to find a spot and then hiked over to the beach.
As I was walking along the beach with my pant legs rolled up so I could feel the as much ocean as possible, it dawned on me.
I don't like the typical beach scene.
I hate lying out and I burn to a crisp in five minutes anyways.
I don't particularly care for sand and the nuisance of cleaning it off of everything.
But I do love the ocean. I love swimming in it. I love to listen to the waves crash. I like it's incredible power and how it makes me feel so humbled.
I like to swim out as far as I can, so I don't see the shore or any other person and then just hang out, floating on my back sometimes or treading water and enjoying being part of nature. Also knowing how very far back the shore is and how tired I'll be once I get to the part where I might be struggling against a current or rip tide.
But I hadn't brought my swimming trunks so I would have to be content just walking for a bit.
While I still had a car I decided to drive down to the aquarium and check it out.
It was rather odd that the interior of the aquarium looked much like the one back in LA and the one up in Oregon. I think they were all designed and built by the same contractor. The only difference were a couple tanks that were replicas of the local coastal waters.
I drove into "historic" Wilmington and took a stroll. It felt very touristy and new. And not very interesting, but I didn't know my way around by any stretch of the imagination. I saw a sign for a museum of oddities next to a "Serpentarium" a zoo for snakes, so to speak.
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Jon Danniells is an adventurer and traveler, a teacher and student, a husband and a father, a cook and a farmer, a "week-end warrior" (very amateur athlete) and has not earned any money on these labors of love.When I googled myself what showed up first was my IMDB listing, which is basically a resume for my 20 and then some year career in film, for which I fortunately do get paid.