It’s a national seashore, Cumberland Island, a 45 minute ferry boat ride from downtown St. Marys, Georgia.
On my trip there I explored the leeward side of the island between the St. Marys River and greater Georgia, the haunt of pirates who sailed upriver to quiet coves awaiting their next venture.
It was also the haunt of some really rich people during the 19th century. They built grand homes called “cottages” now mostly owned by the park service.
Deserting the island during World War II, they set free all their farm animals. Wild horses and feral hogs now roam the island causing various destructions to the native flora and fauna but evading the various traps and hunters who try to contain them.