I believe I'm going to skeeze up to Jekyll a day early. Come in Thursday and do some exploration. There's an old Donald Ross golf course there from 1927, I think. I've played it a few times, and it's reasonably well-kept. Cycle the island a few times, surf fish if I can catch the tide, and sip some whiskey and tell tall tales that night, even if it's to the rummy with the marinated nose at the worst dive I can find on the island.
I need to decompress now so badly I feel like I have the bends. By April I'm going to be the poster child of earthquake pills. If anyone wants to join me that's cool. I might not even get a room. I haven't slept in the back of my truck on the beach in years. If the state fascists don't run me off I may take that route. Smoke some daily catch from the marina on a hibachi. Swim buck naked in the ocean at midnight. Because I'm going to be on better behavior the rest of the trip, what with the ardent photographers and all.
At any rate I'm going to bum it, pure and simple.