Finding Treasure in Georgia

We sought and found much treasure during our Labor Day visit to Great Grandma's south Georgia homestead. Most of our treasure came from Mother Nature herself, hiding sweet little gifts for us to find along the trails we wandered, from sun-up to moon-rise.
The find of the weekend happened on one of many four-wheeler rides, when we looked into the woods and spied this beautiful turtle shell.We decided it should be displayed prominently in The Vagabond, where Papa, Mama, Big B and little b comfortably and happily lived for the weekend. Much of our time was spent siting, parking, lifting, securing, cleaning, stocking, sealing, electrifying and plumbing this 1989 beauty. We are so grateful to Grammy and Papu for letting us take part in this vintage treasure, and we look forward to our Thanksgiving trip, when we will refurbish The Vagabond even more. But as always, the treasure we sought above all others was the time we spent together, riding the trails along the Altamaha River, through the pine forests, between rows and rows of cotton and tobacco, with the September wind in our faces and pure love for each other in our hearts.

"Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot.
In your soul are infinitely precious things
that cannot be taken from you.”
--Oscar Wilde