Crawford Sqaure and the aformentioned WoodPecker Door Knock
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Walking Ghost Tour
We all met at the Statue of John Wesley for a walking Ghost Tour. It was an extra 5$ to get to go into Low house (Girl Scout Founder) and while it smelled of a scam (tour guide was the daughter of the curator of the Lowe house) the house tour was probably worth the entire 15 bucks. Although we were given tickets I really do not see why you can not just follow one of these groups around and get the benefit of their talks after all the sidewalk is Free.
We got the added bonus of having the current Miss Georgia . I have to say, what a creep. She wanted her friend to cuss at the picture in the Low house because the "Ghost did not like rude people", at one point she jumped out and screamed at her "little sister" who made the very adult comment of "grow up". I was not impressed and really did not think she was that pretty.
We got the added bonus of having the current Miss Georgia . I have to say, what a creep. She wanted her friend to cuss at the picture in the Low house because the "Ghost did not like rude people", at one point she jumped out and screamed at her "little sister" who made the very adult comment of "grow up". I was not impressed and really did not think she was that pretty.
Leupolds
I can not emphasis this enough, our Oglethorpe tour guide says this was the best in Savannah, all hand made custom ice creams. Now, he said this after he showed us Walls BBQ and said the same thing. He struck out big time in my opinion on that one, but he made up for it here, 10 times over. I have to recomend the chocolate chocolate chip. Its got some much chocolate in it, it stained my hands, and felt like I was commiting a crime washing my face.
Cocktail Sauce carnage
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Crab Shack on Tybee
We ventured back the the Crab Shack on Tybee for Dinner on Sunday. There was no line we say down directly, and despite the 90+ degrees and 100% humidity, the cooling fans, and shade made it very comfortable outside. They have no fried food, everything is boiled. It is great and worth the trip. We both had half/half shrimp and crab legs. The crab was to die for.
Note: the gift shop is probably something to be avoided. They have this "Cat Rescue" thing going on and seem to not really care where or when the cats decide to releive themselves. It was like a 1,000 square foot litter box, while I did not see the evidence, my eyes were watering, and nose was running from the ammonia. I was not going to risk buying anything there and bringing it home.
Note: the gift shop is probably something to be avoided. They have this "Cat Rescue" thing going on and seem to not really care where or when the cats decide to releive themselves. It was like a 1,000 square foot litter box, while I did not see the evidence, my eyes were watering, and nose was running from the ammonia. I was not going to risk buying anything there and bringing it home.
Bonaventure
After our naps Lori and I headed back to Tybee for Dinner, we decided that this would be a good time for a second trip to Bonaventure Cemetery. As usual I got lost and had to Google map it on my phone. We arrived and parked and then got back in the car and drove to the back where the "interesting" stuff was. We both found it interesting and not creepy. Some of these headstones are amazing, it would take months to build some of these with modern tools, I can not imagine what it took 150 years ago to build them, much less moving them by horse and wagon and standing them up with block and tackle without dropping them.
Nap time...
We got up at about 5 am this morning to make the trip to Tybee to see the sunrise, then there was the lighthouse, then Clarey's, we are bushed. Time for a nap and some anti-biotic
Note on Clarey's the food is to die for but they probably should also keep defibulator paddles handy lard is about as low fat as they get. If you go on a Sunday get there before 11 am, we left right at 11 and it was stacked up to about an hour wait, we only had to wait for them to wipe the table off. Oh, and get the ham, it is almost a meal in its self.
Note on Clarey's the food is to die for but they probably should also keep defibulator paddles handy lard is about as low fat as they get. If you go on a Sunday get there before 11 am, we left right at 11 and it was stacked up to about an hour wait, we only had to wait for them to wipe the table off. Oh, and get the ham, it is almost a meal in its self.
Breakfast at Clarey's
After the 178 steps we were worn out, and since the crab shack did not open for another two hours, we made a run for some people watching, but with Lori wet from the beach and me still bleeding, I think we were the watched not the watchers. BTW: This is the best we have eaten since we have been here, #2 on the list is the Sushi from Kroger.
178 Steps.... it did not seem like that many
But it was.... I realized how many that was when I thought I was almost done and reached a platform where the "Medical Kit" (note to self do not go anywhere thet keeps a medical kit and defibulator paddles on the tour) was. However, my anticipation was quickly quashed when I saw it was labled "mid lighthouse".
I don't think we are Kansas anymore
Seemed like an odd sign
Followed by an odd fence
Followed by an odd tree with strange fruit
Followed by an odd house, this would be my pick for Keila's future residence.
What happens on Tybee
As we walked north on the shortline combing the beach, we came across a couple in a swing up in the dunes laughing almost uncontrollably. Lori just kinda stops and looks at them and only then did it become apparent what was so funny. This is the view from the beach at the life guard station.
1st house to have electricity in Savannah
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John the Baptist Catholic Church
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Saturday, October 6, 2007
Guess what the weather is like?
Savannah On My Mind
Well despite best laid plans any my uncanny ability to always be late... We made it to the Airport early. This was despite an unexpected trip back to Bridgeport on the way out of town as Lori discovered the kids bags that were to be left at the church still in the back of the Durango. and then there was the satisfaction of the 3 week craving for California Rolls and some 24.99 a pound coffee, car show at TMS traffic and did anyone one forget to tell me that it was Texas OU weekend.
So I set up this flight alert for out fight out, its supposed to tell me if there is a problem or gate change. The first email came in at 3:55 for the 5:55 flight. Ontime Gate B1. Then when we checked our bags, they said Gate B22. So now we have to transverse most of the B terminal. Did I mention that Lori brought her Library in a small bag. Once we arrived at B22, I get another message, now we are at B26, ok its just a little further. We get to B26 and find that flight going, well I don't remember where but it was not Savannah. Back to B22 and now our flight is leaving at 6:04. Once on the plane, and as I turned off my phone I got the final notice at 5:55 (original flight time) that the original gate B22 was now where we were supposed to be... dug we were on the plane.
Flight got off the ground, we read, Lori play solitaire, I harassed her, and then there was the dreaded.... Old LADY farts, I do not know what this 80 year old women who looked quite nunly had eaten for lunch but I am thinking it must have been German in origin. I was not sure it was here until we were about to get off the plane, and as she got up everyone around us turned green. Once on the ground in Savannah a full 30 minutes behind schedule. As we were taxing to the terminal I noticed that there was a bunch of really bright lights coming up fast at a 90 degree angle on the left of the plane. I was just about to say something and then the pilot whiplashed us and slammed on the brakes just as another plane cleared the nose of the plane and took off. THAT WOULD HAVE RUINED OUR TRIP.
Luggage, rental car, and off to Savannah. As I was making my decision on which direction to turn on I95 to go south Keila called. Did you know that there are only one set of exits if you go North on I95 before you leave Georgia and get to South Carolina. Well now you do. Slight 40 minute jaunt and then another 40 minutes of lost in Savannah until we finally find the place. I had called our host at the air port, and he said once you find the square look for the red door with the woodpecker knocker.
Ken was walking his dog, real dog not invisible dog, I thinks its name was scoooby. He saw us and wow, he is a real hand full. Ken showed us our place we took care of payment and then he and I walked back down to the car to get the luggage. Ken has been to Dallas once on Business. He was amazed that we lived on a Ranch, and was really interested to find out that Longhorns can be both boy and girl and that they do indeed eat hay. He was seen a rodeo at the cowtown place, and seen cowboys at that honky place. Ken was a delight and I excused him once we got the car, ensuring him that I could get the luggage and that I did not need a beer, wine, or diet soda.
So I set up this flight alert for out fight out, its supposed to tell me if there is a problem or gate change. The first email came in at 3:55 for the 5:55 flight. Ontime Gate B1. Then when we checked our bags, they said Gate B22. So now we have to transverse most of the B terminal. Did I mention that Lori brought her Library in a small bag. Once we arrived at B22, I get another message, now we are at B26, ok its just a little further. We get to B26 and find that flight going, well I don't remember where but it was not Savannah. Back to B22 and now our flight is leaving at 6:04. Once on the plane, and as I turned off my phone I got the final notice at 5:55 (original flight time) that the original gate B22 was now where we were supposed to be... dug we were on the plane.
Flight got off the ground, we read, Lori play solitaire, I harassed her, and then there was the dreaded.... Old LADY farts, I do not know what this 80 year old women who looked quite nunly had eaten for lunch but I am thinking it must have been German in origin. I was not sure it was here until we were about to get off the plane, and as she got up everyone around us turned green. Once on the ground in Savannah a full 30 minutes behind schedule. As we were taxing to the terminal I noticed that there was a bunch of really bright lights coming up fast at a 90 degree angle on the left of the plane. I was just about to say something and then the pilot whiplashed us and slammed on the brakes just as another plane cleared the nose of the plane and took off. THAT WOULD HAVE RUINED OUR TRIP.
Luggage, rental car, and off to Savannah. As I was making my decision on which direction to turn on I95 to go south Keila called. Did you know that there are only one set of exits if you go North on I95 before you leave Georgia and get to South Carolina. Well now you do. Slight 40 minute jaunt and then another 40 minutes of lost in Savannah until we finally find the place. I had called our host at the air port, and he said once you find the square look for the red door with the woodpecker knocker.
Ken was walking his dog, real dog not invisible dog, I thinks its name was scoooby. He saw us and wow, he is a real hand full. Ken showed us our place we took care of payment and then he and I walked back down to the car to get the luggage. Ken has been to Dallas once on Business. He was amazed that we lived on a Ranch, and was really interested to find out that Longhorns can be both boy and girl and that they do indeed eat hay. He was seen a rodeo at the cowtown place, and seen cowboys at that honky place. Ken was a delight and I excused him once we got the car, ensuring him that I could get the luggage and that I did not need a beer, wine, or diet soda.
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