Savannaaaaahhhhhh

We didn't drop off the face of the road trip - just been detained by the Stepford/Disney folks and their crazy internet prices. I wrote this about a week ago, but never finished before moving on too no or very expensive internet.




Odometer:17080

Gas: 2.38





Well, the weather luck ran out a little bit this week. We've had rain for two days - so we decided to tour Savannah, a short drive from our campground in Hilton Head.

We had lunch at Mrs Wilkes - the locals favorite for real southern cooking. Everybody is fascinated with Paula Dean - but we heard you never see her and the food is mediocre, Mrs. Wilkes is "the place to go". You sit at a large table with whoever at eat family style - everything on a southern menu is served here, and it was very good. We sat with people from Southern CA and New York.





This is the only sign in front of the restaurant letting you know, yes, you are in the right place.

You can see all of the different bowls on the table and they had already cleared a few off by now too.

Cindy our tour guide was born and raised in Savannah - and her accent was so strong I thought about calling Dr Pless for translation. I'm not even sure how to phonetically spell the way she said windows, but it was sorta like windeers all drawn out. Very informative and funny guide.





No AC on the bus we were on, but it was nice not to have to walk around in the rain and humidity none the less.

More Civil War history - Sherman and his 60,000 troops took the city from 10,000 confederates at the end of the war in 1864, and they weren't so nice I guess. The oldest graveyard in the city was used as a campground by many of the troops and they vandalized many of the headstones - everything from knocking them over to scratching in new inaccurate dates. The city saved all of them though - and now, because they have no idea where they went, are all lined up along the back fence.

One of the largest parks has a confederate soldier statue as well paid for by the daughters of the confederacy. After the war - they ended up having it made in Canada, then transported by boat to Savannah to ensure it never went on Union soil. Just like Virginia, you get the feel they may still have a chip on their shoulder.

The oldest african american church in the US - built completely by slaves at night during their time off from the hard labor. None of the other pics really turned out - but this place has been through alot of tropical storms - the steeple used to be three stories tall but was finally knocked off - it now rests on the roof. All of the original stained glass is still there too - but now under very thick plexiglass.