It was a dark and stormy night
All creatures big and bright
soared through the trembling fright
Sinking teeth for painful bites
Until one day with all their might
The Browns faced the morning light
This is the type of crap I write when tired and ready for sleeping. But first, I will tell you the tale of "The Brown's second day in Savannah!!!" Cue creepy organ music.... dun dun dun!!!
Our story begins as all scary stories do, with a young couple waking up in a Marriott hotel in Savannah, Georgia. Jason and I woke up early and were feeling very well-rested. We were also just in time for our free continental breakfast. We showered, dressed, and made our way to the lobby. Jason filled his plate with eggs, yogurt, and an apple; I had the same, minus the yogurt. We ate and watched other hotel guests interact with one another. Before leaving we grabbed a box of cereal in case of sugar crashes later in the day. We also noticed a water cooler--apparently even the hotel doesn't like the hotel's water. We filled up out glasses and headed back to the room to finish getting ready for the day. It wasn't long before we were in the car and ready to leave for our first big adventure in Savannah: visiting Wormsloe Park.
The moment we arrived at Wormsloe Park, we got out and took pictures of the entrance. It's beautiful. Here are pictures:
After taking pictures we purchased two tickets at a nearby house from a man wearing an olde settler's hat. We then drove down to the visitor's center and went through the museum. After seeing old artifacts, we headed out to the walking trails. The map made it look like we wouldn't be able to see the whole park in one day, but it didn't take long at all. We went down Pine trail and came across the replica of an early colony. They're were people demonstrating what it took to build the colony. We visited this guy first:
This is the blacksmith. This guy was actually doing some blacksmith demonstrations and you could purchase the items when he finished. It was pretty impressive. He said he does this on the weekends for a fun hobby. I expected him to have a colonial accent or at least southern, but really he just sounded like he should be a New York business man. He seemed really good at his hobby though.
Here are pictures of the rest of the colony:
Behind the house, a woman was cooking a meal over a campfire. She told us how the settlers would obtain sugar, salt, and pepper for cooking. Apparently there are some kind of plants in the marshland area to the right of that house that produce salt and pepper. They said they would use a knife and slice off the white part from the leaf which gives them salt. Pretty interesting. Jason and continued walking and began discussing how hard it would be to live during that time period--you would have to work together with every single person in the community or you wouldn't survive.
We then went down another trail to head toward the ruins. Here are pictures of us on the way:
On our way to the grave site we came across a zillion crabs! Here are pictures of a big one we found:
The grave site... I forget of who. Someone named George...
Also, there was this... replica of an early colony living environment:
After leaving, Jason and I headed down the road just slightly for lunch. We ate at a seafood restaurant... something cafe... can't remember the name. Anyway, it was great. We were super hungry because it was around 1:30 by this point. Here are pictures:
Everything was so good! We ate and watched the family across from us play with their kid and new Polaroid camera. Haha... who knew those could be new! Pretty fun. Shortly before leaving, we noticed the sky darken. By the time we were walking to our car, it was a light rain. We hoped as we headed toward Tybee Island that the rain would cease. We planed to drive to Tybee in order to see the Lighthouse. I've always wanted to go to the top of a lighthouse; it's on my life to-do list.
As we drove to Tybee the rain worsened. At some points it appeared very hurricane-like. We also ran into a bit of traffic, as expected, since Tybee is very popular. Luckily, it became a light drizzle once at the lighthouse. We walked up to the ticket counter and immediately overheard that it was closed due to potential lightening. Apparently the entire lighthouse is a lightening rod. The ticket counter man (That's his exact title) was informing a couple in front of us that they have to wait 30 minutes after hearing thunder to reopen. They were unsure if it would reopen today. They left and Jason and I walked forward. We asked him to repeat the beginning of what he told the others, because we caught the tail end of the conversation. As luck would have it, a man emerge from the lighthouse and yelled "We're good!" The guy turns to us and says, "Okay, nevermind. Guess we're open." We laughed and paid for two tickets.
We ran toward the lighthouse for fear thunder would occur again. Only one couple was in front of us. We met a woman inside the lighthouse who handed us a guide which gave an overview of what could be seen once at the top of the lighthouse. She also said if we heard a horn or thunder to come straight down, as we could be struck by lightening. We climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed. Numerous groups stopped at different levels, most in need of breath. One woman actually had cancer or at least appeared to be recovering from chemo; she stopped to regain some strength. The others were just out of shape.
Jason and I were very proud to have made it to the top without stopping or losing breath. We are in much better health than just a year ago. Once at the top, we checked our fitbit and discovered that the lighthouse is 12 stories high. Here are pictures:
Jason in front of the lighthouse door.
There was not much room at the top, despite what our pictures present. Numerous times we had to press ourselves to the side for others to pass. We noticed not many people stayed very long at the top. I assumed it was for fear of heights, but turns out a line was forming at the bottom for people to come up. Jason and I having been the first couple or two to enter were not aware a line even existed.. so we enjoyed the scenery.
Here are more pictures:
The outside of the lighthouse. Jason took these while I went to the creepiest restroom ever:
Near the lighthouse was the old home of the lighthouse keeper. Here is the inside of the home:
After walking on every brick pathway near the lighthouse, we decided to head to Riverstreet for dinner. We found parking much easier this time, although much more expensive. We had an interesting encounter with a mad woman in the parking garage. We were in line waiting to obtain our ticket for parking, when we saw the second car in front of us struggle to pull up to the ticket window. She was young and trying to wedge the car between the wall and the large cement pillar. Suddenly, a wild-eyed old woman appeared (we assume from the young girl's car). She began yelling at the girl. We assume she was trying to direct her toward the ticket window without hitting anything; however, her tone and violent hand gestures indicated the conversation was more about warfare than parking. The car directly behind them (the one in front of us) was patiently waiting for the issue to be resolved. Without warning, the crazy woman began yelling at the car in front of us, as though they were rudely eavesdropping on their conversation. She yelled for them to go to a different ticket counter. We promptly followed the car in front of us. She was precisely what you call a bitch. I believe that term is fairly warranted.
After clearing the war zone, we found parking and made our way to the Savannah streets once more. Although the clouds were still dreary and the streets slick with water, there was no rainfall. There was also a lack of people on this day. I guess the party people had their fill yesterday and did not wish to get out in the rain. It was actually very cool and windy at this point. Jason and I took a stroll down Riverstreet and enjoyed listening to the water. We also saw a cute and massive dog. Very pleasant evening.
After some time, we decided to go for dinner. Jason found a bar named Churchill's Pub. Upon entering we were asked if we preferred seating close to the bar or in a quieter setting. We opted for the quiet. We were seating in a lovely wooden booth in a small room. Jason and I met our waiter and ordered these lovely dishes, which we split:
We devoured the cheese and fruit in no time. Jason also ordered a beer called Old Speckled Hen. Very good beer! After eating, Jason left for the restroom. It was during this time that the waiter came with the check. I opened it and had a slight heart attack. The check was for what a small country might pay, not two people. After closer inspection, it appeared the check was not ours. Thank God! Before I could inform the waiter of the mistake, Jason returned from the restroom. I made my usual "uh oh" face when he arrived. He said "What?" nervously. I handed him the check which he promptly opened. He, too, gave the appearance of having a small heart attack. I laughed and quickly told him it was not our check. He said I was mean. I thought it was funny.
The waiter soon walked by and I informed him of the mistake. He apologized and left. Upon his return he noticed that Jason and I were still laughing at the incident. He, too, began laughing and informed us that he had added another table to our check by mistake. We continued laughing for quite some time.
After dinner, Jason and I headed to Riverstreet Sweets for dessert. We ordered some pralines, two bear claws, and a caramel apple. I'm not sure why but every year around this time I begin craving caramel apples. Here is a picture of the apple:
We then went back to the hotel. Unfortunately, Jason and I were very full from all the cheese and were unable to eat this candy apple until the next day. All in all though, pretty wonderful day. Couldn't have had more fun with anyone other than Jason :^) End of day two.
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