It is September 14, and we are in Trenton, Maine buying REAL maple syrup from Vermont (it is cheaper) searching for colorful changing leaves (we arrived too early) and waiting for the rain to stop so we can explore Acadia National Park. We have traveled 1,935 miles since we left Florida so I have a lot of catching up to do in the dispatch department.
I have always wanted to travel to where the trees are draped with moss and words drip from folks mouths like syrup. I found that place in Savannah, Georgia on day 53 and it was delightful.
We did not arrive in the rain, our campground was lush and the food and drinks were great. Many of my visions of the South came from movies and I was glad that I was not disappointed. You all know how much Fred and I love movie trivia so it was a special treat to eat in the pub where a few scenes were filmed in one of my favorite movies, “Something to Talk About.” Savannah was steeped in history and we loved reading about it on a walking tour.
It was dark and we were looking for fun so we decided to take a narrated, horse drawn carriage ride through the old town squares. Fred had just lit up a cigar and while booking the ride, he specifically asked if smoking would be OK. He was assured that it would be fine and that we could even bring drinks from a local tavern to make it even more fun.
The wagon held about 10 people but only two others, a couple of women, joined us. Being polite, we asked them if they would like to have the front seat in light of the cigar smoke. The older woman was very insistent that it was perfectly okay and that she wouldn't mind sitting in the back. She added, “ I love the smell of a cigar.” Her words were, “If you can't smoke outside then where can you smoke?” All was well as the ride began but within minutes, the younger woman asked Fred if he would put it out, as the smoke was bothering her. Apparently she didn't want to be on the ride in the first place since she spent the entire time tapping away at her phone on Facebook and talking over the guide.
Fred declined to extinguish the newly purchased $10.00 cigar and instead, she and the older woman switched seats. That seemed to placate her for a while until she insisted he put it out because the smell made her sick. “Oh well,” Fred said, “What a shame because it was an excellent cigar, right down to the nub.” It had been out for 10 minutes. Guess they should have taken the front seat we offered.
I am going to let you see Savannah through the camera lens so I can move on to the Charleston dispatch.
Click here to see our Savannah photo album...
Surprises: Panhandlers on every corner with creative ways to skirt the no panhandling laws
Celebrations: The sun came out
Disappointments: The irritating lady who joined our narrated carriage ride and no wifi in camp.
from the road:
robin
Only 1935 miles? We did 6,400 last year. Keep going, there are so many more interesting places and people to meet. We enjoyed getting perfect strangers ideas on what was going on in our country. I think it's like I might have told you before. People are mad as hell, almost everywhere we went. But ain't it grand to be able to do this when you can still enjoy the adventure. Fortunate people we are.
ReplyDeleteThe landscape is so foreign to us, that you can't take your eyes off it. I too loved the trees draped with vines and the muddy river flowing through there. We stayed at a motel that was down on the main drag, above the river. The same two paddle wheel boats where there when we were there. I know they have moved by now, but they look just the same. You know that Paula Deen's husband owns a tug boat company there don't you. He was just the captain of a tug when he meant her, but now he owns the company. They hold lots of control over what's going on on our rivers and waterways of any kind.
The square where you took the pictures was so beautiful. The buildings, something we don't see where we live. The house, (grey) one, was for sale when we were there. You sure got some great shots. You and my friend Joanne are so alike. Only, huummmm-hummmmm OK I'll tell you. She kissed Davids you know what in downtown Phoenix, one night after we had had to many margaritas. Don't tell her I told her. She was barely tall enough to get up there to kiss it, let alone do anything else. At least you had the decency to just give him a peck on the cheek. Who was that anyway? Fred looks comfortable setting on the park bench there. He has that Park Avenue look about him anyway.
I would have had a asthma attack and died from cigar smoke. Yuk!! And you still kiss him. OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU Try to get him to stop. It offends others and is probably against the law. Oh well. Take this part out because I like him, because he does such a good job of loving you.
We have not been to Maine, Deleware, Vermont, or New Hampshire. Did you stop in Mass, or Rhode Island? Those are the only states we have not been. Maybe later when the chauffeur is available.
Looks and sounds like you are having a outstanding time and we are so glad for you!!!!!!
Love your dispatches from the road!!!!
Sounds like you might have gotten the kinks out of the motor home and not so home sick now.
84 today. Not to bad.
xo
Sue