The Sapelo Queen carries visitors to and from the island, serving as backup for the primary ferry, the Anne Marie.
A boardwalk bridges the dunes at Nannygoat Beach.
Visitors walk beaches virtually unaltered since the Guale Indians roamed centuries ago. Almost nothing breaks the solitude except seabirds, the occasional washed-up horseshoe crab, and dolphins playing in the surf.
Ruins from 19th-century plantations still stand on Sapelo. The primary building material was tabby, a cement mixture that included oyster shells.
A moody mist turns a salt-marsh landscape into an Impressionist painting.
Sunset lends an air of intrigue to the salt marshes that spread along the edges of the island.
The island contains no golf courses, no resorts, and no spas. "You can't come to Sapelo for all the luxuries they have other places," says Nancy Banks, who runs The Weekender lodge along with her husband, Ceaser. "You come here to be one with nature."
White-tailed deer wander the island.
The Sapelo Island Light shines again after almost a century of darkness. A storm damaged the 1820-vintage tower in 1898, and it wasn't relit until 1998. The light is now open for tours.