Forest Hostel - Brunswick, Georgia

My last stop in the coastal south was a utopian outpost in the forest - part intentional community, part hostel. Guests are asked to help with chores and are required to keep personal technology hidden away in their private quarters. A hippie colony in Georgia I did not expect to find. It’s the typical custom of such places to blissfully isolate from the outside world and related problems, with participants all the while maintaining their global consciousness through organic food and yoga. Perhaps that’s a cynical view; to it’s credit the great folks at the hostel grow a lot of their own food, maintain a low footprint, and use humanure to grow flowers. It’s an easy place to get stuck in, especially for unsuspecting wanderer without a set schedule, and so at the first signs of comfort, I fled.