Editor’s note: This story originally appeared in our March 2016 issue.
It feels like a sign of good things to come when, after 40 minutes of gray, overcast skies, the sun bursts through the clouds as our ferry reaches the Greyfield Inn dock on Cumberland Island in south Georgia.
Just a few weeks before our late-January wedding, my husband-to-be and I decide we deserve a pre-honeymoon and make the four-and-a-half hour drive to Fernandina Beach, where we board a private ferry to make our way to Cumberland Island. The island, 56 miles in area, is the largest of Georgia’s barrier islands, and a designated National Seashore. We’re headed to the Greyfield Inn, named one of the 10 Most Romantic Inns in the country by the American Inn Association. As the boat motors away from the mainland, real life starts to fade. Going to an inn with no WiFi, no television and no telephone lines, on an island that only allows 300 visitors per day, seems to do that to you.
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