We left Savannah and spent two nights in Chincoteague. Then we moved on to Annapolis. Now we’re in Point Pleasant Beach, New Jersey visiting our friend Carol Carino.
The best beard in Savannah.
I’d noticed this man sitting up ahead of us on the tour bus and tried to sneak a photo. Then I tried when we saw him later on the street. Finally I just asked him to pose.
The white beard against his dark skin was just too striking not to take a photo.
After our tour we went to lunch and then it poured. So we raced next door to a building of art studios and a wonderful candy shop.
Singkey in the candy store.
I love caramel apples but unfortunately the apples have usually turned to mush by the time I’ve gotten them…so I don’t any more.
These guys were making the taffy and occasionally throwing pieces out to the tourists. I was just watching when the guy on the left asked if I wanted to catch a piece. I thought “oh boy, I’ll probably miss and look goofy.” But I made a great overhand catch with my left hand and he and I were both impressed. Then we agreed I should be playing for the Sox instead of Carl Crawford and this was before that disastrous last game. Most of the taffy was thrown up to a shoot where it was then dropped out into the taffy display across the store.
Outside one of the galleries someone had brilliantly thought to paint these stools and then turn them upside down to hold artwork.
Other Savannah photos
I wish I gotten a better photo of the young girl in here black and white dress.
As you can see there is a head stuck in this photo I couldn’t possibly crop out without eliminating most of the dress. I have lots of photos like this which certainly agues against trolley tours.
We drove along the Savannah River front. A cargo ship was being guided in by a tug. Tugs have been required ever since one cargo ship ran into the shore. According to our guide Savannah is the second largest port on the east coast after New York/New Jersey.
“Florence Martus embodied the true spirit of Southern Hospitality. For forty-four years she greeted every ship entering the Savannah port by waving a cloth from her home on Elba Island. She was the sister of the Elba Island light-keeper and from 1887 to 1931 she was well-known for her welcoming persona. The Waving Girl Statue by Felix De Weldon, stands in Morrell Park on the Riverfront in tribute to Florence. It’s one of the recognized historic landmarks you can see in the riverfront park. The bronze statue of Ms. Martus is one and one-half times life size, mounted on a slanted platform with a bronze collie dog. It is also the first memorial to a Georgia woman in any city park. Visitors to Savannah must see the endearing Waving Girl, a special tribute to one of Savannah’s great residents and an eternal symbol of Southern Hospitality.” http://www.trolleytours.com/savannah/river-front-marriott.asp
Ballast stone streets.
“The origin of these stones is also unusual: they were transported from afar as ballast in the holds of sailing ships arriving in Savannah. Ships coming with little or no load would take on stones as ballast, and they would dump those stones as they took on loads in Savannah. These stones, probably from Africa or the Caribbean, were valuable building resources, because the sources of solid rock nearest Savannah are many miles inland across the sandy Coastal Plain. More ballast stone can be seen ……..in the cobblestones below.”
Savannah trees with the hanging moss in all of the different squares that make Savannah unique and lovely.
“Spanish moss grows from hanging branches of trees in Historic Savannah Georgia and throughout the southeastern United States. It requires warm temperatures and high humidity to flourish — and that it does in Savannah!
It’s a good idea not to touch the Spanish Moss — as it contains chiggers and other bugs.”
Our guide told us if you want some moss as a souvenir to put it into a plastic bag and then zap it in the microwave when you get it home. That will kill the bugs.
Singkey and Randal at 4:30 a.m. at the Savannah airport.
Our last stop in Savannah was at the airport. Singkey’s flight was at 5:50 a.m. so we had to be at the airport by 4:15 a.m. Randal and I said our good-byes and then took off down the road arriving in Chincoteague, VA about 5 pm. More about that next email.