Tuesday, 19 April 2016: I’m writing blog posts this week while sitting in a lounge chair next to the rooftop pool of my hotel, with a view of the Savannah River heading east, towards the coast. Each morning I come up with a cup of coffee and sit with my feet up on the edge of the fire pit and watch the sun rise above the river, the glow spreading across the lowcountry to the north, lighting the dome of city hall, the church spires, and the port cranes behind me.
It is warm during the day – even hot – and cool at night, and the seabreeze is almost constant. There are palm trees in the riverside park and live oaks hung thick with Spanish moss in the city parks. Last night I ate fried chicken that came straight from heaven, down a glowing sunbeam and through the window to land on my plate. (Actually, it came from the chef’s great-grandmother’s recipe, but you get my point.)
In our first few days we’ve done the local tourist thing: visit Fort Pulaski, a Civil War era fort on the river outside of town; visit the beach on Tybee Island, where they charge an outrageous $2/hour for parking; and walked the city, including many of the cool, green parks for which it’s famous.
Savannah is a walking city, with narrow streets and all the parks, and parking is a bit of a nightmare. But it works out, because almost everything is in walking distance. Although I have to admit, the city has changed since I was there last, and it has a much more “touristy” feel to it than I remember.
But then I remember that I was here ten years ago, and it’s no wonder. A lot happens in a decade. And to be fair, it’s not hard to get away from the touristy parts and find true experiences. And my coming posts will speak to this – wildlife, beaches, and adventure to come!