From the beach to the forest

The last taste of Florida is a beach of large sand dunes and sea shells.  The shell fragments here are primarily of a pretty grey-blue color.  Cars have beach access and are numerous on the shore.  We take a long stroll in the packed tire tracks.  Eventually rain threatens us  and we hurry back to the car.  

The next stop is Brunswick, GA at the Hostel in the Forest.   The entrance is a mailbox saying simply "hostel".  It is easy to miss.   A bumpy winding forest road takes you to a fairy land of sorts.  Wooden domes, homes on stilts, and boardwalks emerge.  There is a main office depicting the founders from the 70's.  The place is run by volunteers and travelers.  We are greeted with warm hugs, a "welcome home" and instructions to "follow your bliss".   We relax in the library and on the composting toilet.  Our tree house bed overlooks the labyrinth.  Its concentric paths must be raked daily, methodically, religiously.  We wonder how many years it's been re-created as the leaves fall.   
As we explore we come across yoga and worship glass houses as well as snakes and turtles.  For dinner we stand in a "thankfulness circle" and one by one, young and old, say where they are from and what they appreciate.  There are many "I am from the forest" responses.   A vegetarian feast prepares us for bed.  We spend the night reading about the Enneagram and Chilean dichos.