Summer Vacation Day 7, GA

After an early morning drive into the Atlantic rain waiting for us in Savannah, we walked the city, the shopping, and the river sites. Between an umbrella and Deb's arm, I was without camera. So aside from memories of pirate food and overpriced shops, a local beer and a romantic riverside dinner watching boats and fireworks, there really wasn't much to tell as we splashed through the town. The following morning we were still covered in clouds, although the rain held off for a few shots. First we retraced our steps down to the riverfront to check out the old buildings. 206 was a very old year for a building.

Bridges connected most of the tall buildings along the bank to the mainland tracks.

Patchwork brickwork.

Boarded up windows and doors took different flavors of brick over the centuries.

Under the bridges as we headed down.

Many ships passed through the night before, but this was the biggest.

The Hapag-Lloyd is the IKEA product for big-ass boat. Actually, the fact that Paris Express was in English on the front didn't help figure it's genealogy.

Saturday mornings the riverfront hosts a craft fair from woodworking to pottery to decorative arts. Pretty cloudy, but at least no rain on our parade.

Hummingbird feeders.

Perpetual fishermen reeling in the big catch. The line was wire bent under the figure to keep him standing.

Wooden spinners. These were at least 23 inch spinners, yo.

Lost at sea.

Big Daddy wasn't around today, so his daughter was filling in.

Old brick and old trees with new windows and new leaves.

Honesty always was the best policy for breakfast.

Some of the older buildings had aged better by their construction and brick choice. I don't know that I'd trust those porches.

Follow his finger to the pane of glass with my reflection.

Overhearing some children as their mom, "why dos he carry a sign about Jesus mom?" Her answer "Different people do different things." I'm glad she read the big book of generic quelling answers.

An old pub with a river view.

Old mossy steps.

One of me.

A tour bus making it's way down to the rocky street on the river.

Simply dashing.

An ode to Spanish moss. We later found that Spanish moss is neither Spanish nor moss. However, it was prevalent down most of the coast as a passive epiphyte. Savannah was full of small parks that broke up the cityscape. Very few occupied conventional city blocks, but instead were placed directly in the middle of the street or boulevard. Directing traffic around the parks restricted the street view from miles of pavement to a single vanishing point, but rather kept an image of patient woods waiting but a couple blocks away.

The parks were also full of statues. Apparently, a few important people passed through town.

Live oaks are the heaviest and strongest wood in North America. They were focal points in many of the small parks.

Lucas, above: A classy theater since 1921. Lucas, below: A class act since 1981.

Deeply pondering the fundamental economic hardships of our time.

One problem with urban planning is a balance between the land and the view. Although looking streetside into the park's soft canopy returned a welcoming sigh with the rustle of leaves, looking out from the park at the old buildings was also a tasteful eyeful.

Ivy growing on the large branches.

Ivy and high-contrast windshields reflecting the sparse sunlight. Vehicles didn't feel as if they belonged in the town.

Standing in the park between a boulevard.

While we headed inland farther, a cemetery creped up on us. Headstones were scattered without structure or optimal design.

Some of the headstones were so old that they were fractured. Pipe frames kept the coherent remains together.

1816 is fairly old to endure the elements...particularly the hurricane elements that trounce the area yearly.

A variety of materials.

A lumpy tree with Spanish moss.

A closer look at the knots.

Even the cometary was beautiful to walk through.

Inside one of the parks. The full panoramic view (warning: 18 megabytes of file) is available here.

Stopping for a diet coke and a milkshake.

His saxophone skills ranged from a 10 to 11 year old. The image couldn't be matched.

Oh captain, my saxophone captain.

Alley near the shopping district as we made our way back to the hotel.

Savannah had fine shopping and expensive shopping.

Even more bizarre was the stack of children occupying a lengthy stairwell in a museum. Yesterday's rain had smudged much of the dirty glass, causing a blur on the lower subjects and a layered reflection in the upper left of the park behind us.

Creepy, creepy children.

The babysitter stature outside and across the street was also weirded-out.

New construction on an old elevator shaft.

City market marked a pedestrian street full of artisans and peddlers.

A fair skinned girl pets a horse.

Driving to Tybee Island for the Crab Shack...rumored to be some of the best seafood in the city limits. While driving to the island, most the land was under a few feet of lightly brined water that mixed from the outgoing rivers. Miles and miles of perfectly flat wetlands were awestriking.

The lighthouse was a big thing on the Tybee Island map, so we visited there first. A fort sat oceanside. A canon for what I think of that.

They charged admission to go up into the oldest lighthouse on the east coast. Added multiple "museums" to the bill, neither Deb nor I thought it was worth the hike.

Instead we walked to the beach. Tybee houses had ocean views.

Our first ocean view.

Grass and houses.

Not comfortable to walk on.

Overcast again. That didn't stop anyone though.

A "wave" splashes around a wooden pillar.


The clouds started to finally burn off.

This was vacation.

Finally, whatever remaining tick of work and Californian craziness had burned off with the parted clouds. I was tickled and on vacation.

Toying in the water.

Beach-side brews.

People on the fort.

Finally, we were hungry. It was time. The Crab Shack beckoned. Here was some of the parking lot when we ultimately arrived.

A whole barrel of Maker's Mark...hanging so the bears can't get to it.

The Crab Shack had a unique feeling of actually being on the bayou. From the front a gator lagoon was clearly indicated.

Deb liked the bunnies, and could further appreciate that they were not gator food.

Festive decorations around the restaurant. They definitely had flair.

An alligator on a wooden island in the middle of a pond. Altogether, there were ~80 small alligators that were shipped from a farm in florida as small biters. The lagoon here is used a staging point, where alligators from 18 inches can grow to 3 feet before being shipped back to the farm for the rest of the maturation.

Crab and alligators...this was going to be good.

A buck-toothed sailor in the fronds.

We opted for outdoor seating. This was part of the view.

The other part of the view. The whole in the middle led to a trash can. Obviously, this was a classy place where people could kick off their shoes and enjoy some quality seafood.

The food!

A bird on a post. Waiting for a table to be emptied. Surprisingly, there were very few bugs or birds where we sat outside.

The rest of the outdoor dining areas.

After good food, we were ready for more quality beach time. While leaving, we noticed more crab art.

Mmmmcrab. An hour of crab, shrimp, and crayfish was very appropriate for my favorite vacation day of the whole trip.

After all of that food, we felt like this.

More delicious chum on the way. Too bad we were leaving.


We drove further down the sole island road until the end near the pier. The main town area had typical beach apparel shops and an a few hotels and hostels.

The pier had a giant enclosed pavilion before the long stretch to the ocean fishing.

6 dollars an hour at the Hook-up. Funny.

Big blue.

Live bands were scheduled all day in the pavilion. Very nice.

The beach off to the right...

...and the beach off to the left.

The ocean was completely we floated around in the water for a while until our fingers were pruned. Then we floated some more. Who'd come in on a day like today?

Sadly, we did have a long drive up to Charleston that evening, but before leaving I ran back for my camera and waded out where we were floating for a look back at the pier. Truly an amazing day.