Savannah, Ga., March 21-28, 2022

Georgia Queen, Savannah riverfront

We brought our bicycles – that’s the best way to do that town (heck, pretty much any town). 

Traffic in Savannah’s historic district is low and slow, thanks to Mr. Oglethorpe’s 24 squares, and the most dangerous things we had to dodge were the damned horse carriages.

We saw all the houses and mansions mentioned in The Good Book (MITGOGAE), and many that weren’t. I highly recommend the Telfair Museum if you haven’t been there, especially the “sculpture garden” in the basement.

Mary in front of the Mercer House

We also visited the lovely town of Beaufort, which the Washington Post advertised as “Charleston without all the tourists and less damned horse carriages.”

It was that, surely, but since it was much smaller and didn’t have nearly the number of quaint restaurants per square inch as Savannah, Mary wasn’t impressed. I did some fly-fishing in the local waterway; caught nothing but enjoyed it immensely. We bicycled the “Spanish Moss Bicycle Trail,” which is as cool as it sounds and more than I could have hoped for. Here we are enjoying the warm sunshine, which they have in abundance in places

THAT AREN’T CHICAGO

(Sorry, did I scream that out loud in despair.)

Happy Dave. Bike. Warm. Happy.

At the end of the trail we met a guy in a golf cart who invited us to follow him to “The Sands.” We shrugged and said “sure!” which is a good way to a find a really cool local place or end up in an ax-murderer’s dungeon.

Port Royal observation tower,
with lovely woman observing.

We followed him to the little town of Port Royal, which had a sandy beach (hence the name), a fantastic wooden boardwalk over the water, and a cool timber observation tower. (We are apparently not dungeon fodder.)

Tiny dancer, tiny alligator

In a park in the middle of town there was a pond with alligators and interesting birds galore. We watched the mating dance of the Anhingas, which I highly recommend as a mildly erotic form of birdwatching

Rusty shrimper. Good name
for a southern rock band.

Later we had dinner at an excellent restaurant on the water called Fishcamp, and watched the sun set over a pier full of shrimp boats.

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