Georgia Islands
The barrier islands off the coast of the state of Georgia were originally formed by geologic activity and sea level shift approximately 5,000 years ago, following the end of the last Ice Age.
There’s something particular about Georgia’s islands, half-anchored in history, half-lost to the tide. Some are raw and barely touched. Some bear the bones of mansions and tabby ruins. And others feel like a slow Southern drawl made into land. The marshes stretch long, the live oaks twist low, and the light lingers like it has nowhere else to be.
What drew me in wasn’t just the coastlines. It was the space to breathe differently. To wander between Spanish moss and sea spray. To paddle, walk, or wade into something older than asphalt. These are islands where quiet still has a voice, and in July, when the heat folds everything soft, that voice gets louder.
Unique Georgia Islands:
Little Tybee Island
“There’s no sign, no dock, no welcome mat.” That’s what I mumbled as we pulled the kayak up onto the shore of Little Tybee Island. Just south of its famous neighbor, Little Tybee is all wild—no roads, no buildings, no shortcuts. Just dunes, creeks, cordgrass, and sky.
I landed on the western shore after an hour’s paddle, salt on my arms, the air thick and humming with life. Egrets lifted slow from the marsh and vanished into the pines. I wandered barefoot over soft sand and sun-bleached driftwood, every step a little quieter than the last.
I’d packed a wrap from Chamacos Tacos in Tybee: grilled vegetables, black beans, and a cilantro cream tucked inside foil. Still warm, slightly flattened from the trip. I ate it cross-legged in the shade of a wax myrtle and thought, “If I dropped my watch here, I wouldn’t miss it.”
Little Tybee Island At a Glance
- Getting There: Only by boat/kayak from Tybee Island or nearby launch points
- Vibe: Untamed, serene, self-guided
- Best For: Kayakers, campers, birders
- Highlights: Marsh creeks, beach camping, tide-washed driftwood
- Food: Pack your own—nothing on the island
- Tips: Watch the tides carefully; bring bug spray and everything you need in/out
Blackbeard Island
“Is this where he buried it?” I wondered, stepping onto the soft trail through the pines. Blackbeard Island National Wildlife Refuge doesn’t offer much in the way of swashbuckling tourism—just miles of wild beach, whispering woods, and the occasional hint that something here used to be seen as treasure.
Accessible only by boat, the island is managed for silence and wildlife, not spectacle. I followed the trail past saw palmettos and moss-draped trees until it opened onto untouched shoreline. The only footprints were mine. The only sound was wind against grass.
I ate a peanut butter sandwich with sea salt flakes sprinkled on top. Simple, efficient, perfect. I sat against a fallen log and thought, “If Blackbeard did bury gold here, this view was worth more.”
Blackbeard Island At a Glance
- Getting There: Boat/kayak access only; nearest launch from Sapelo or Shellman Bluff
- Vibe: Wild refuge, remote, myth-soaked
- Best For: Hikers, solitude seekers, naturalists
- Highlights: Secluded beaches, maritime forest, wildlife viewing
- Food: BYO supplies—no services or vendors
- Tips: Check weather and launch access carefully; backcountry feel
Cockspur Island
“I didn’t expect ghosts, but I wouldn’t be surprised.” Cockspur Island is history baked into brick. Home to Fort Pulaski, this small island just west of Tybee holds the echoes of cannon fire and mossy silence. You come for the past. You stay for the stillness.
I toured the fort slowly, walking the ramparts in the thick July air, reading plaques I’d normally skip. The red bricks glowed against the low sun, and swallows dipped through the archways. A moat encircled the entire structure, reflecting cypress and sky like a painting nobody rushed to frame.
I sat near the marsh overlook and ate a chilled couscous salad I’d packed from Savannah: lemon, mint, roasted zucchini. The grains were still firm, the citrus bright, and I thought, “What’s left behind isn’t always heavy.”
Cockspur Island At a Glance
- Getting There: Drive via US-80 from Savannah
- Vibe: Historical, contemplative, eerie-beautiful
- Best For: History buffs, photographers, meditative wanderers
- Highlights: Fort Pulaski, lighthouse ruins, marsh paths
- Food: Bring snacks; nearest options in Savannah or Tybee
- Tips: Midweek is quietest; bug spray helps on humid days
Cumberland Island
“I think I lost track of time three hours ago.” Cumberland Island has that effect. Accessible only by ferry, this national seashore is raw and regal all at once. Where else can you walk under live oaks, stumble upon a decaying Carnegie mansion, and end the day watching wild horses nap in the dunes?
I hiked to the ruins of Dungeness, where tabby walls crumbled like they’d grown from the ground. Vines crept across columns, and armadillos rooted in the grass like they were on staff. Beyond that: beach, endless and wide.
Lunch was a veggie wrap and an apple—warm, slightly crushed, still delicious. I sat in the sand near a weathered driftwood tree and thought, “If a place can remember, this one does.”
Cumberland Island At a Glance
- Getting There: Ferry from St. Marys (reservations required)
- Vibe: Remote, haunting, sublime
- Best For: Hikers, backpackers, history lovers
- Highlights: Dungeness Ruins, wild horses, undeveloped beaches
- Food: None on-island—pack everything in/out
- Tips: Bring water, sunscreen, and good walking shoes; no trash bins
Hutchinson Island
“This is the strangest island I’ve walked.” Hutchinson Island sits right across from Savannah’s riverfront, and somehow manages to feel both industrial and oddly peaceful. Part golf resort, part event space, part racetrack—it’s not conventionally beautiful, but it’s fascinating.
I walked along the Riverwalk, watching cargo ships slide by like slow whales. The air smelled like diesel and salt. The Westin rose behind me like a silent cruise ship. There were people fishing from the pier. A wedding party posed beneath palms. I wasn’t sure where I fit—but I liked it.
I ate a café sandwich from the Westin—roast chicken, tarragon aioli, sourdough with a crisp edge. It tasted fancier than the place let on. I thought, “Not every island has to be wild. Some just have to surprise you.”
Hutchinson Island At a Glance
- Getting There: Bridge from Savannah or free ferry from River Street
- Vibe: Mixed-use, scenic but modern
- Best For: Events, golf, sunset walks
- Highlights: Savannah Harbor golf, riverside views, ferry ride
- Food: Westin Savannah Harbor, event venues
- Tips: Best at golden hour; combine with Savannah day trip
Lake Lanier Islands
“Am I at the beach... in the mountains?” That’s what I thought standing on the edge of Lake Lanier. Not a coastal island, but a Georgia one all the same—these inland “islands” dot a massive reservoir just outside Atlanta, and they carry more fun than you’d expect from landlocked sand.
I spent the day at Margaritaville at Lanier Islands, which felt like summer camp for adults and kids alike. Waterslides, paddleboards, frozen lemonade, the works. I floated in the lake’s warm shallows, dragonflies skimming over the surface, and let myself be as light as the moment.
I had fish tacos from a boardwalk stand—crispy, flaky, and drizzled with a mango slaw. I ate them in a lounge chair with sunscreen in my eyes and thought, “It’s not the ocean, but it sure feels like summer.”
Lake Lanier Islands At a Glance
- Getting There: Drive north from Atlanta (~1 hr)
- Vibe: Recreational, lively, kid-friendly
- Best For: Families, water lovers, day trips
- Highlights: Water park, lake activities, boat rentals
- Food: On-site options at Margaritaville, boardwalk eats
- Tips: Arrive early in summer; book ahead for boat rentals
Conclusion: Where the Water Gathers What We Leave Behind
Georgia’s islands aren’t just a string of places off the coast—they’re a map of moods. Some are polished with boardwalks and beach chairs. Others are just sand and sky, unchanged for centuries. A few whisper their history in crumbling bricks or rustling marsh grass. And one or two don’t even touch the ocean, but still manage to feel like you’ve gone somewhere softer, slower, farther away than expected.
What surprised me most was how different each stop felt. I came for driftwood and dunes, but found ferry rides that felt like pilgrimages, trails that held their own silences, and meals that tasted better with sand still on my ankles. These islands don’t compete. They coexist—wild beside tamed, myth beside marina, hush beside laughter.
By the time I left, I didn’t just feel like I’d seen Georgia differently. I felt like Georgia had seen me differently too—had asked me to stop, breathe, and maybe write something down before the tide washed the footprints away.
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