Thursday, August 12, 2010

St. Marys

On our trip to Cumberland, we found the town of St. Marys to be a city of rare natural beauty and full of sophisticated charm. Nestled in a curve of the beautiful St. Marys River, the historic town offers a unique coastal experience that will leave you with many lasting memories. We stayed at the Riverview Hotel that is ideally located one block from the St. Marys River.  Such a little treasure in a historic waterfront town. 


Built in 1916, the hotel has maintained it's historic character and atmosphere of friendly southern hospitality. Some of the rooms are named after people who have stayed at the hotel. Others, after people associated with it.


 A visit to the hotel bar is required. You'll never meet a bartender anywhere like Cindy. She's a trip. After a day on the island, we tried to see who could do a better impression of the two lazy hotel cats. I think I won. If I'm remembering correct, every 3rd Thursday of the month is Yappy Hours for your dogs.


Whatever you do,
do not park right outside of the bar.
It is her parking spot.

 

The hotel is in historic downtown and is within easy walking distance to quaint gift shops, museums, antique shops, charming restaurants, and a waterfront park which makes it a perfect get-away destination.

What is great about this town? Mostly all of the new unsightly commercial development is spreading outside between the town and Interstate 95.

For anyone seeking a quiet nice town that is affordable and offers great cultural activities locally and close by, they need to explore St. Marys.

Directly across the street from the Riverview Hotel 
is the ferry to Cumberland Island.



Three tips if you are planing a visit.

#1
 For the best fresh seafood that you'll ever taste, go to
Lang's Marina Restaurant two blocks away. 

#2 
If you are a Georgia Tech fan like us,
stay away from Room 3 - Rolf's Room.
The room is decorated in a UGA motif.
After a wonderful day at Cumberland Island, I was not going to end it by sliding under a UGA comforter.
  
#3
The hotel will pack insulated picnic lunches for visitors
going to the island. 



It really didn't feel as bad as it looks. Besides the park rangers, noone else are in long pants but me. I'm a jeans kind of guy, always in bluejeans, go figure. I'm sure it comes from land surveying years ago during the summers with my father's company.
At this moment, I was starting to reevaluate my no shorts agenda.  A cola can, sea shells, dead horseshoe crabs, but no scissors were found washed ashore.