Morning in Macon
We promised we would get up at the crack to stroll the streets of Macon and take in the giant antebellum houses before we left for Savannah. Since we rarely get going before the crack of 11, we actually set the alarm for 6:00 am so we could really get a jump on the day. We awake. It is pitch black outside. The sun will not rise until 7:45. This is a problem. We go back to sleep.
But we do get up again and eventually get out and drive by a few of the big ones. So many of Macon’s houses are HUGE.
Going to Savannah
We got some good scoop from a fellow “Jumbo” (Go Tufts!!!) who grew up there about things to do in Savannah. We were aiming to get to Savannah and hop right on the line for Mrs. Wilkes Boarding House lunch. No reservations, no credit cards, no choices..they cook up southern food, put it on tables for 10 and guests eat family style. Doors open at 11 for lunch, first come first served. We left at 8 meaning we might get there at 10:30ish but a truck accident on the westbound side of the highway closed those lanes and caused a delay on our side.
No problem, we arrive at 11:10 and join the line down the sidewalk. About and hour later, we are in and sitting with 4 German women and 2 older couples from Ohio. The bowls of food spread out all over and we pass the food around and around. Glenda speaks to the Germans in German. Wie geht’s!!
Such fun! Such tasty food. The whole experience is happy!! The granddaughter of Mrs. Wilkes is on hand and chats with us. Susan puts a push pin for where we are from on the map for Castleton, VT (too many pins for Jersey and NYC so she opts for the more exotic VT where there were only a pin or 2). Turns out the granddaughter’s good friends from Savannah moved to Middlebury, VT 30 years ago and stayed there loving it. We bond….obviously!! Great way to start off our time in beautiful Savannah.
Savannah has a beach and…..a national historic site
Lordy is Glenda excited again. And we promised you pictures of her in stamping heaven!
Fort Pulaski, out on the way to Tybee Island and beach, is a national site as a civil war fort. Stamps!!
A Beach Walk
We decide to carry on all the way out to the beach. It’s a beautiful day and worth a day at the beach, right? We park on one of the roads that leads to the beach and take the walkway over the dunes and down by the water. Beautiful. The water isn’t even that cold for us yanks. Fun walk on the beach.
And then it occurs to us as we are walking back…where are we and where did we come in? All the people have changed being replaced by new fishermen or beachwalkers. All the entrances look the same from here….sand, a little swing, water, beach grass, you get the idea.
We are idiots!!! You would think we would learn from our previous forest walking troubles…leave a trail of breadcrumbs, or remember where you are…. Clearly we can only function where there is a grid system.
We exit off the beach and have to walk several blocks along the road weaving in and out, up and down all the little streets before we spy the sweet Subaru with the Jersey plates. That’s it….we will close our ears to all the “I told you so’s”…We do not learn. There is something wrong with us……. But Susan’s fitbit registers 18,000 steps!
Beautiful scenes on the drive back. We are staying in a great Marriott on a park. We eat at another recommended place: Crystal Beer Parlor. They comp us drinks. Fantastic. We love Savannah!!!
Why did the Beer Parlor comp you drinks???????
We wish we could say it was our good looks and winning personalities but think it was an attempt to make up for slow service (which, btw, we hadn’t even noticed).
Oh heck. Just stick with the first story!