Savannah

We hit Savannah on our way to Florida. We only stayed one night* but absolutely loved what we saw. We strolled through the historic district where I was in awe of the Live Oaks dripping with Spanish Moss. This was my second first in Georgia. The week before, we camped next to cotton fields in Metter. I had never seen cotton plants before! Their enticingly soft and fluffy flowers guarded by punishingly sharp dry casings.

Beneath the Live Oaks was a centuries old city with stone buildings and what I have to describe as catwalks that link the buildings – the alleys and streets below. After getting our fill of the unusual architecture and otherworldly trees, we got on the free ferry back to convention center where our bus was parked.

In the morning we visited the Pin Point Heritage Museum where we met locals who told us of the history of the Gullah/Geechee culture first hand. Then we got back on the road and headed for Florida.

The end.

* Our bus had other plans. Twenty miles down the interstate the check engine light came on and we found ourselves in the shoulder waiting for a tow. In case you don’t know, when a bus needs towing, it needs the big boys – the same wreckers that tow tractor trailers. So, back to Savannah we went, in the cab of a tow truck, to spend the weekend at the local Caterpillar dealer where we waited for a part. Monday morning, our new ECM (that’s the computer) was installed and we were back on the road. Thank you Yancey Brothers for getting us fixed up so fast!