The adventure that we had getting the lame Jeep back from the airport on Saturday night stretched three and one-half hours into Sunday. Rod and I were both weary when we got to bed at 4:00. Only a few short hours later, I was up and sleepily ready to greet my guests to the morning.
Our plan for Sunday had been to drive the nearly five hour route to Savannah. It was looking as though we were going to need to adjust, since my previously trusty vehicle was in a state of disrepair. Rod, however, seemed determine that Mom, Lois and I would carry out our vacation according to previously stated plan! He had the Jeep to a mechanic on that Sunday morning, and by noon, complete with a new alternator, it was road worthy and we were packing our bags for a two night stay.
The drive from Buford to Savannah was uneventful, thankfully! In fact, early April is a wonderful time for this particular road trip. Though the city of Savannah is beautiful, and one of my personal favorite quick getaway spots, the drive there can be a little, well, humdrum. Not so at this time of year! Mom and Lois were treated to a show of dogwoods, azaleas and wisteria in the roadside woods. The day was sunny and warm, and we were in the Historic District by 5:30 or so.
As we drove, Lois and Mom read up on a little history of the once capital of Georgia from a little walking tour book that I had purchased on one of my trips, and brought along for reference. When we arrived, we drove around some of the streets in the city, and I pointed out the beautiful squares – full of blooming plants and historical markers and statues. I knew that Mom would love the sight of the Spanish Moss hanging from the Live Oak trees!
Live Oaks and Spanish Moss at Emmet Park, Savannah
We didn’t stay long in our rooms at the Hilton Garden Inn. We were hungry and decided to have a seafood feast at Fiddler’s Crab House. They served up a wonderful shrimp and grits dinner for me. Mom and Lois weren’t daring enough to order grits! From our table, we were able to look out at the Savannah River and dined on our seafood dinner while an enormous freight ship passed by. Who knew what might be loaded on those hundreds of containers that would be off-loaded further upstream!
After a steep but short walk back to our hotel, we settled in for the night.
Monday was our day of discovery. The weather was sunny and warm – perfect for touring the city. We got some tickets on the Old Savannah Tours trolley, and by 10:30, we had embarked on a 90 minute round trip tour that took us past each of the 22 existing squares, beautiful historic homes, and down the ever so bumpy River Street.
A very, very scary pirate!
We even had visits from a bonafide pirate when we made a stop at the Pirate House, and from Governor Oglethorpe when we were on River Street! Tina, our driver and guide, shared fun stories and entertained us on our round trip.
The tour left us wanting to see more of the Owens Thomas House, and so we made our way there and toured the home built nearly two hundred years ago.
Owens Thomas House
We also made a stop at Colonial Park Cemetery. Lois and I took plenty of pictures on our digital cameras to see if we would still have them later. Really! Several years ago, Andrew visited that cemetery and took dozens of pictures that later had mysteriously disappeared from the digital memory of the camera. There’s only one logical explanation for that. The ghosts took them! I guess the spirits were easy going last Monday, because Lois and I had our pics right where we put them.
Mom and Lois at Colonial Cemetery
We couldn’t be in Savannah without making a trip down River Street and to the home shop for River Street Sweets. Never, ever say no to a praline!
After a walk through City Market, we took a short rest at the hotel before going for dinner at Churchill’s Pub. Mom and Lois loved the bread pudding, and I loved the ghost stories! By the way, I’ve looked on your Facebook page, Churchill’s, and I don’t see the video of the ghost helping itself to the beer taps!
On Tuesday, we made a visit to Tybee Island. We combed the beach for seashells and gazed out over the Atlantic for a while. It’s mind boggling to imagine sailing across the tossing sea in a wooden ship not any longer than our house to come to a new settlement like Savannah!
Mom at Tybee Island
Lois – collecting seashells at Tybee Island
From Tybee Island, we journeyed home. This time, we stayed off the interstate and drove through some of the little towns and villages between Savannah and Buford. It was a perfect day for travel.
Mom and Lois enjoyed seeing a different part of Georgia. I enjoyed seeing them see it. I especially enjoyed that the Jeep handled the trip very well, thank you.