Nothing can compare to a Georgia summer, when the sweaty, sticky weather usually hovers around 90 degrees. As a kid, I could often be found on my bike, cruising down local trails and hopping off for a quick dip in a local blue hole or someone’s backyard pool. If we weren’t biking around town, my friends and I were probably on the baseball diamond or trying our hand at a new video game in someone’s house.
While the majority of my summer days were spent pedaling through southern Georgia, it’s the few days I spent off my bike that really stick out. These are the days my dad and I would load up the car and head three hours west to the Gulf of Mexico to go saltwater fishing … CONTINUE READING
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