Today, while the Georgia Bulldogs were playing the hated Florida Gators a few miles away in Jacksonville, Florida, I spent a lovely Saturday working at a former paper mill. It's rare that I work weekends, but it was the only way to accomodate my co-worker's schedule and my clients' expectations.

I had received the following email advise before leaving for this trip:

"I was just in St. Marys a few weeks ago and wish that I would have gone camping on Cumberland Island, but my boyfriend at the time was a little lame in the adventure department. Well, I can tell you about a very strange bar there that I "discovered" - actually, still trying to forget! It is really the only bar there in the downtown area by the water, on the first side street in the 'heart' of the place. Forgot the name of it, but I must warn you about it. At first I thought 'How interesting, kinda campy,' but then it seemed exceedingly more and more disgusting. You've got to go in there if you get a chance. There is a dank old hotel on one side of the bar and a patio on the other side. Anyway, the bar itself is manned by a very scary creature, an old, bleached blonde, very plump, I think a woman, and apparently, by the paraphernalia on the wall, a former porn star. There are cobwebs everywhere. Campy, I love, but this place is beyond that - quite nasty. Anyway, if you like unique cultural experiences, this one can't be missed, although I doubt you'd want to spend more than five minutes there."

I didn't have the chance to check it out, much less go camping on Cumberland Island, but I was able to get an earlier flight home than I had expected.