May 1, 2014
Spent April 28th and 29th on the Herb
River, two lovely days indeed, watching birds, dolphins and a few boats come
and go. Moderate winds, no rain. Very pleasant and protected anchorage. On
Friday, May 1, morning we hauled into Thunderbolt Marina just a few miles away.
The town of Thunderbolt is right next to Savannah, which has to be one of America’s
most beautiful cities.
We rented a car to provision and visit with Scott. Drove
through the city in amazement. The streets are lined with big, old live oak
trees adorned with Spanish moss. Forsyth Park, in the center of town, is lovely
and the site of many festivals and leisure activities. Lots of “round-a-bouts”
with statues honoring various people. River Street, a cobblestone and brick thoroughfare,
runs the length of the water front which is lined with shops and restaurants.
The Savannah River is busy with pleasure craft, tankers, container ships, tugs
and tour boats.
Scenes from Savannah
Live Oak Lines Streets and Walkways
Emily's Mother's House
Florence Martus
Savannah's Waving Girl
Emily’s mother was born in Savannah and lived here for a time
eighty years ago. We tracked down one of the very houses in which she lived.
(The other one, adjacent to Forsyth Park, was torn down to accommodate a
parking lot.) But at the 45th street home we had a delightful visit
with the current residents. They were very happy we stopped by.
After an exhausting visit to Kroger and Target, we gussied
up to meet my good friend and VMI brother rat, Scott Kinsey at the Flying Fish,
on Wilmington Island. Scott has been a professional musician all these years
since our days at the Institute. A very
fine bass guitar and fiddle player. Now retired, he does what all old retired
musicians do – plays in different bands throughout the area just for the fun of
it. Tonight, it’s the Savannah Kings and I got to sit in on a couple of tunes.
Much fun. Great band.
However, the restaurant, an outside venue, was engulfed in a
cloud of “no-see-ums” as we would call them, but here they are the “sand
fleas”. They are relentless, inflicting a bite that itches intensely for five
minutes. The air is filled with them. All the restaurants have bug spray on the
tables beside the catsup. Standard procedure. Everyone (except for me – the
unsuspecting tourist) wears long pants.
The local semi-pro baseball team are the Sand Fleas. They
are a winning team and we are told that it’s because opposing teams show up
without bug spray and are so plagued by the sand fleas – the real sand fleas –
that they are preoccupied with hopping around the field scratching themselves.
We had a fabulous time visiting with Scott. Returned to
Thunderbolt Marine by 11:00PM for a good night’s rest.
Sweet dreams.
More Savannah Pics
Savannah Waterfront
St. John's the Baptist Catholic Church
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