Leaving Atlanta (at a respectable 9:00 a.m.) we continued south on I75 and then east on Interstate 16 towards Savannah, taking 6 hours to drive the 200 miles. Our destination was Fort McAllister State Park where we stayed last time we were in Savannah – 4 years ago? Tom and I do not worship warm temperatures, but it was gratifying to have the thermometer in the high 50’s when we arrived at the State Park!
The park is just as we remembered with large pull-thru sites, and lots of hanging moss for atmosphere. There were a few sites to choose from, and we made the rounds of the two loops twice before settling on our choice.
A quick set-up and brief walk for Charlie was prelude to Cornish hens, roasted potatoes, corn-on-the-cob and tangerines for supper. The only decision left to make as I write this in the evening: shower in the camper – or walk to the shower house? I’ll never tell!
This New Year’s Eve our tribute was to walk the Historical Savannah Factor’s Walk – 10,000 steps!
We drove into town arriving at River Street by mid-morning, where the streets were alive with people and the stores were in full operation. Charlie Button was with us, but the stores were all pet-friendly. Lunch was hot-dogs at an outdoor water-front dock, followed by a bit of shopping along the river-front street.
Locating the start of the Factor’s Walk, we stepped off to weave our way around the beautiful residential neighborhoods, historic buildings and city squares. The city squares are a marvel of Savannah – beautiful small gardens with fountains, monuments, benches, and large live oak trees dripping with Spanish Moss. Our walk took about 3 hours, and ended up back down at River Street.
By 3:00 we were back at the Silvermine for a rest of a couple hours, and to leave Charlie . . . then back to the downtown area for dinner and . . . whatever. The temperature was in the mid-40’s, but there was an off-an-on rain sprinkle threatening to bust the New Year’s Eve ball-drop – at least for us! Our dinner, at a riverfront crab shack, was very good, and I could have eaten a gallon of the crab dip!
Back outside on the sidewalk at 7:00, the drizzle was still drizzling and the party was not picking up. We shopped a few of the shops, and then headed back to the parking garage and the drive back to the Silvermine. Just like in year’s past, we were deep down under the covers when the New Year rang in.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
This morning, Tom announced his goal for the New Year – to travel more! OK . . .
Our excursion for the day was to Tybee Island. We followed the GPS and crossed over onto the Island by 11:30. There was not a lot of activity on the island but we weren’t sure if that was because it was New Year’s Day . . . or because it was 32 degrees! Either way, the streets were empty and none of the stores looked open. We settled at Fannie’s on the Beach restaurant for lunch a non seafood dinner – we would be cooking our own shrimp dinner at the campsite tonight.
We auto-toured the island (from the warmth of the car) and made our way over to Fort Pulaski National Monument – closed! On the way back to the Fort McAllister we shopped an impressive Bass Pro Shop for an hour.
Back at the Silvermine Tom had some outdoor chores to do – filling the water tank, checking the air tire pressure and other new-trailer checks. I had a little new trailer test of my own – my first shower! I was surprised that I liked stepping out of the hallway shower, right into the bedroom to get dressed. From inside we relaxed and watched deer and raccoons browsing in the area, and then went for a walk before starting supper.
Supper was local-caught shrimp that Tom cooked, left-over crab dip from last night, left-over wings from lunch, and a mash-up of other unhealthy food. And . . . who would have thought that I could watch episodes of Bonanza, the Rifleman, and Wagon Train on the TV while I cooked! Tomorrow we leave Savannah and head down the road to Saint Augustine.
We don’t go camping any more . . . we go ‘streamin’ ! The “SIlvermine and His” is our 2018 25' Airstream Serenity with Salsa interior and front twin beds., and ‘streamin’ is the name we use to describe our adventures. Stream along as we document everything from weekend trips to longer summer excursions and full-blown vacations. You know what they say: if you’re not in an Airstream – you’re just camping!
Tom & Ella Brown