The forty-five-minute ferry from St. Marys docks at Sea Camp, where a short boardwalk through sea oats and wax myrtle opens onto the kind of beach that vanished from most of the Eastern Seaboard decades ago. You'll spread your blanket on sand that shows more shorebird tracks than footprints, watching descendants of Spanish mustangs graze near the dunes. The National Seashore caps daily visitors at three hundred, so even in summer you can walk a mile and count beachcombers on one hand.
“One of the few East Coast beaches where federally protected wilderness extends from forest canopy to surf line, preserving a barrier island exactly as it existed before development.”
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Bring everything you need—there are no concessions, no Wi-Fi, no lifeguards. Ranger programs run from the Sea Camp dock area, and five miles of trails loop through live oak hammocks where armadillos root in the leaf litter. The campground sits a quarter-mile inland, close enough that you hear surf through your tent walls at night.
Families return year after year because children can roam tidal pools unsupervised and build driftwood forts without navigating beach traffic. The water stays swimmable from April through October, though strong swimmers handle the year-round rip currents better than novices. Pack out everything you pack in—the island's wildness depends on it, and rangers enforce leave-no-trace rules seriously.
