[travel]
Oh Savannah, how I love thee. I do not so much love how far away you are, but other than that... we're cool.
Here is a map of the trip I took:
Here are pictures and stories connected to the trip I took -
You know you're in the south when you frequently see the Piggly Wiggly. I wish there were more Piggly Wigglies in my life.
So the trip down was [thankfully] uneventful. It was very hot outside, but I kept it super cool in the Cabrio. Stopped at South of the Border for ice cream and some Pedro time.
I stayed at the Motel 6 outside Savannah. It was an excellent little motel with a pool and good air conditioners, what more could you ask for? I hadn't planned on going into the city the first night, but I was hungry and wanted to see the prize, so I went down.
LOVELY!!!
I think Savannah is a wonderful city, and I could easily see myself living there. The river, the food, the bars, the people... loved it. I had dinner at this tapas place called Jazz'd and it was maybe the best food I've ever had. Probably partially because I was really hungry, but also because it was just plain good. I then wandered down the street to the Moon River Brewing Company...
I mostly went there because I've heard it's haunted. That's pretty much why I do everything. I hope it's haunted.
The next day I got up and visited Bonaventure Cemetery. I decided that I have to be buried in Georgia. It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen.
I can't get enough Spanish Moss. I wish we had it as abundantly in Virginia as they do down there. It makes everything so much more mysterious and lovely.
A city street? Normal. A city street with moss-draped branches hanging over it? Amazing!
I visited the Wormsloe Estate after leaving Bonaventure. The driveway is 1.5 miles long and has 400 oak trees planted along its sides. It was straight out of a Tim Burton movie.
After being outside and doing all of that in the 102 degree heat (I won't complain too much about the heat... I know it's hot everywhere), I was in rough shape. I had to head back to the motel and relax for a while. Later in the evening I spent time down on River Street. River Street is, as the name would indicate, right on the river. You can carry your alcohol outside from bar to bar and it's just this big party atmosphere. I went to Wet Willie's, where they have a zillion slurpee machines filled with frosty, delicious alcohol concoctions. Cheers to Savannah!
The next morning I went into town for a delicious brunch. I made friends with another solo diner, Greg, who is a student at the Savannah College of Art and Design. We shared a newspaper and nice morning talk about the city and college and all that jazz. It was great.
So after my days in Savannah, I had booked a room in Hilton Head Island, SC, for a beach portion of my trip. However, when I got to Hilton Head, I felt really out of place. I do not own a Lexus, BMW or Mercedes. I have yet to have a family or retire. That left me in the vast minority. It was like being in Williamsburg except with the tease of there being a beach somewhere. I decided to head back up the coast and toward home instead of staying in Hilton.
I'll call this leg of the journey the "scary bridges of the Eastern Seaboard" leg. So many scary, awesome bridges! Yes, I did take pictures while I drove. What?
As I had no specific destination in mind, I kept driving for a while. I stopped in Myrtle Beach to have dinner with my aunt and uncle. They are such good times. My aunt wanted me to get a tattoo with her, but [to my uncle's relief] I told her I wanted to keep going that night. We parted ways... I visited the Gay Dolphin.
I do not like that place just because of the name... although the name is quite brilliant. It is also an astounding store. If you're ever in Myrtle Beach, go. Trust me. Useless crap galore.
I got as far up Rt. 17 as my weary eyes and legs could handle, then I had to stop. I am poor/cheap, and did not want to pay $100+ for a room in the middle of nowhere North Carolina. So instead of staying in town in Jacksonville, I went just outside of town to the sketchiest motel I've ever stayed in.
Yes, I slept with the chair against the door. In the morning I realized the chair was on wheels and would have done absolutely nothing to protect me, but still. This is the exterior of the place the next morning.
Lucky to be alive.
While driving up the coast is an appealing idea, the reality of it is long, hot and pretty boring. There's not much to look at and even less to stop and do. I took the ferry from Cedar Island to Ocrakoke. Little did I know that it was a 3-hour ride. Along with the hour-long wait I had before the ferry even picked me up. Sigh. I wanted beach, I got it. I had fun in the water waiting for the ferry anyway.
*Note: It is acceptable to take photos holding the camera at arm's length when you're on vacation by yourself. I just wanted to clear that up.
The little dune buggy is seaworthy!
I sat in it and read during the ride. I didn't want to associate with "ferry folk." I got sunburned.
Once we arrived in Ocrakoke, I wandered up the coast a little more to take the ferry to Hatteras. By that time I was way too hot and had to sit inside the cabin of the ferry to do my reading. At least I got a lot of reading done.
Wandering up the Outer Banks to get home was almost comforting. I felt like I was back in my element and ready to be home. Of course, I did stop and get ice cream at the Snowbird. It's required.
So I made it home alive. I have stories and sunburn and a few random trinkets to remind me of my trip. Most importantly though, I have another chapter to add to The Adventurous Life of Lisa.
Here is a map of the trip I took:
Here are pictures and stories connected to the trip I took -
You know you're in the south when you frequently see the Piggly Wiggly. I wish there were more Piggly Wigglies in my life.
So the trip down was [thankfully] uneventful. It was very hot outside, but I kept it super cool in the Cabrio. Stopped at South of the Border for ice cream and some Pedro time.
I stayed at the Motel 6 outside Savannah. It was an excellent little motel with a pool and good air conditioners, what more could you ask for? I hadn't planned on going into the city the first night, but I was hungry and wanted to see the prize, so I went down.
LOVELY!!!
I think Savannah is a wonderful city, and I could easily see myself living there. The river, the food, the bars, the people... loved it. I had dinner at this tapas place called Jazz'd and it was maybe the best food I've ever had. Probably partially because I was really hungry, but also because it was just plain good. I then wandered down the street to the Moon River Brewing Company...
I mostly went there because I've heard it's haunted. That's pretty much why I do everything. I hope it's haunted.
The next day I got up and visited Bonaventure Cemetery. I decided that I have to be buried in Georgia. It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen.
I can't get enough Spanish Moss. I wish we had it as abundantly in Virginia as they do down there. It makes everything so much more mysterious and lovely.
A city street? Normal. A city street with moss-draped branches hanging over it? Amazing!
I visited the Wormsloe Estate after leaving Bonaventure. The driveway is 1.5 miles long and has 400 oak trees planted along its sides. It was straight out of a Tim Burton movie.
After being outside and doing all of that in the 102 degree heat (I won't complain too much about the heat... I know it's hot everywhere), I was in rough shape. I had to head back to the motel and relax for a while. Later in the evening I spent time down on River Street. River Street is, as the name would indicate, right on the river. You can carry your alcohol outside from bar to bar and it's just this big party atmosphere. I went to Wet Willie's, where they have a zillion slurpee machines filled with frosty, delicious alcohol concoctions. Cheers to Savannah!
The next morning I went into town for a delicious brunch. I made friends with another solo diner, Greg, who is a student at the Savannah College of Art and Design. We shared a newspaper and nice morning talk about the city and college and all that jazz. It was great.
So after my days in Savannah, I had booked a room in Hilton Head Island, SC, for a beach portion of my trip. However, when I got to Hilton Head, I felt really out of place. I do not own a Lexus, BMW or Mercedes. I have yet to have a family or retire. That left me in the vast minority. It was like being in Williamsburg except with the tease of there being a beach somewhere. I decided to head back up the coast and toward home instead of staying in Hilton.
I'll call this leg of the journey the "scary bridges of the Eastern Seaboard" leg. So many scary, awesome bridges! Yes, I did take pictures while I drove. What?
As I had no specific destination in mind, I kept driving for a while. I stopped in Myrtle Beach to have dinner with my aunt and uncle. They are such good times. My aunt wanted me to get a tattoo with her, but [to my uncle's relief] I told her I wanted to keep going that night. We parted ways... I visited the Gay Dolphin.
I do not like that place just because of the name... although the name is quite brilliant. It is also an astounding store. If you're ever in Myrtle Beach, go. Trust me. Useless crap galore.
I got as far up Rt. 17 as my weary eyes and legs could handle, then I had to stop. I am poor/cheap, and did not want to pay $100+ for a room in the middle of nowhere North Carolina. So instead of staying in town in Jacksonville, I went just outside of town to the sketchiest motel I've ever stayed in.
Yes, I slept with the chair against the door. In the morning I realized the chair was on wheels and would have done absolutely nothing to protect me, but still. This is the exterior of the place the next morning.
Lucky to be alive.
While driving up the coast is an appealing idea, the reality of it is long, hot and pretty boring. There's not much to look at and even less to stop and do. I took the ferry from Cedar Island to Ocrakoke. Little did I know that it was a 3-hour ride. Along with the hour-long wait I had before the ferry even picked me up. Sigh. I wanted beach, I got it. I had fun in the water waiting for the ferry anyway.
*Note: It is acceptable to take photos holding the camera at arm's length when you're on vacation by yourself. I just wanted to clear that up.
The little dune buggy is seaworthy!
I sat in it and read during the ride. I didn't want to associate with "ferry folk." I got sunburned.
Once we arrived in Ocrakoke, I wandered up the coast a little more to take the ferry to Hatteras. By that time I was way too hot and had to sit inside the cabin of the ferry to do my reading. At least I got a lot of reading done.
Wandering up the Outer Banks to get home was almost comforting. I felt like I was back in my element and ready to be home. Of course, I did stop and get ice cream at the Snowbird. It's required.
So I made it home alive. I have stories and sunburn and a few random trinkets to remind me of my trip. Most importantly though, I have another chapter to add to The Adventurous Life of Lisa.