Our country has so many beautiful areas, but the southern coast is my favorite. I attribute my love of these towns neighboring the ocean to the old lighthouses that line the coast. Some still function and serve essential purposes to warn seafaring captains of the dangers lurking near the shore and as all-important visual-navigational tools. Modern-day satellite imagery and navigation have not entirely replaced the lighthouse.
When we lived in Savannah, Georgia, I was fascinated with the lighthouse on Tybee Island. My dad shared my fascination, and we visited often. I didn’t realize that it was Georgia’s oldest and tallest lighthouse. Part of the original structure, standing today, was built in 1773. With walls at the base that are 12 feet thick, the Tybee lighthouse was constructed to withstand hurricane-force winds; obviously, the builders knew what they were up against. While living in Savannah, I experienced what the weather guy called the tail-end of a hurricane.
The sky was as black as night, and the wind violently blew the tall skinny palm trees until they bent down, almost kissing the cobblestone streets. I can’t imagine the destructive power of the full-force winds of a major hurricane.