Savannah

Savannah River

downtown parking street

Savannah waterfront 

275 year old waterfront buildings

Museum of art

Savannah, Georgia

We had heard from many travelers about Skidaway  Island State Park in Georgia.  It turned out to be a very unique place.  It had water and power and even TV cable but no individual sewer hook ups.  What it has in spades is atmosphere.  Its the quintesential Southern Park of the old south with a completely treed site, high canopy above, clear below and hanging down everywhere the silver grey of Spanish Moss.  There is a cathedral like quiet between arrival and departures of campers in such a shaded open space under the backlit threads and tendrils of slowly swaying moss.  The sites are huge and with our doorway facing more open woods there is a feeling of spacious privacy.

This is a very cool space and un crowded.  From here we will make our forays into the old city of Savannah.

Savannah was fairly easy to get into by short freeway.  The residential streets on the perimeter are old and dripping with character and history.  Their streets are tree lined and shaded by huge trees and Spanish Moss hangs everywhere.  Here and there groups of walking tours stand about in front of historic homes with guides.  Small block size parkes are scattered throughout the city where roads intersect them at midpoints requiring one way traffic around them.  This really gives the place a feeling of a smaller town with many neighborhoods.  All of the little parks are shady and cool retreats.

JoAnn and I parked  on one of the shady side streets above the waterfront and walked down between stone retaining wall over streets still cobbled with rock and down stone staircases  to the single waterfront road.  There among 250-300 year old brick buildings were old shops selling new goods to the tourists but we managed to find the old, 280 years, Boar Heads Pub for a cool mug of brew.  Outside the window behind the bar silently coasted workboats and pleasure craft on the wide and deep Savannah River.

Its off for some banking then a stop at the famous Lowell’s ice cream shop on the way out of town.

Trying another beach trip, we were determined to sit in the sun.

The beach towns are deserted for the fall and parking fees are required everywhere so we don’t linger too long except for a stop at the main pier and a quick sit on the sands.

Its time to head for Jacksonville Florida to see Frank and Ann.

Only 3 hours away we found a place at Hanna State Park on the beach and very close to their house only 4-5 miles away!