For the first time in two years, Richard and I packed Clyde and headed down the road without a single piece of hunting equipment for a little mini vacation. Well, no hunting equipment short of my Commando Calls’ Brenda Valentine Sweet Talk for the “Where in the World is Commando?”; just in case the opportunity arose. A friend of mine, Sonya Hancock, joined us for the trip; none of us had ever been to Savannah, Georgia before. At 5 p.m. on Friday, as we locked the office door behind us, we were headed East on our road trip. Around 11 p.m., we stopped one hour outside of Savannah to rest for the night…first thing Saturday morning we wanted to be on the streets of Savannah checking out the scenery.
We were awake, out of bed, showered, had eaten breakfast and were on our final leg of the trip. We arrived in Savannah, bought our parking pass at the hotel, found the perfect shady parking place for Clyde for the weekend and we were walking River Street before the crowd hit the streets.
My first sight of the river and bridge was a great one…blue skies, glistening water and that bridge; how do you describe that bridge.
We could not have planned more perfect timing. There were only a handful of people walking River Street making our first stroll down the street pleasant to window shop and duck into shops that caught our interest. However, it did not take long for the sidewalks to start filling up with people.
Any type of water vessel imaginable came up and down that river while we were there; everything from barges to dinghies.
There was so much interesting scenery, from the Birmingham brick we found to the old anchor to the neat alley ways and walkways. The history of Savannah could be read sporadically around town by the historical monuments and plaques. The architecture of the old buildings, stairwells and alleys made you realize the depth of history this place held. If we had the time and were going to be in Savannah longer, it would have been neat to take a few tours.
Even with all the beauty around us, we still had a glimpse at how ugly life can be in the wrong circumstances. Some from a stroke of bad luck, others by mental illness and yet, some by choice. We saw several homeless people. Then there were those that were less fortunate that were peddling items of all sorts, from hand-made palm roses to artwork.
One person that I feel fortunate to have spoken to is an artist whose name is simply Cabin. A pleasant fellow who had a wonderful gift of art. I spoke to cabin briefly about his art. He beamed brightly as he said, “I recycle natural items that I find and make them beautiful and useful again.”
Cabin had an array of wood pieces, palm leaf bark, and container lids that he had placed unique drawings, some with quotes or sayings on them. He was proud of a beautiful piece he said was a tribute to Haiti as it rebuilt. He autographed every piece with a unique signature of a backward C. Cabin was truly a pleasure to speak with who had actually put a little sunshine in my heart when I walked away.
We shopped in some of the stores as we took in all the sights. Sonya picked up several shirts and souvenirs. We walked around taking photos of the Military monument and watched as grape salt water taffy was being made at the Savannah Candy Kitchen.
By noon I was drenched in sweat from the heat and ready for a cold drink. As I passed one of the building fronts I caught a glimpse of a slushy style drink and I looked at Sonya and Richard and said, “Oh, I want one of those.” So we stepped into Wet Willies.
I rarely ever drink alcohol, though I will when the notion strikes me. Needless to say I was not aware that I was about to consume a mildly sweet, intriguingly sour, potently stout alcohol drink that went down like Kool Aid. I am unaware of the proof alcohol in my drink, the Sour Apple, however I do know that Richard’s Shock Treatment was 190 proof and Sonya’s Pina Colada was 151 proof. As we sipped on our drinks and watched people as they walked River Street, I felt the warm fuzzies as it crept over the top of my head. I laughed and looked at Richard and Sonya and said, “I have already copped a buzz off that little bit that I drank.” Richard laughed as Sonya and I giggled.
About the same time we all decided that we were hungry and agreed that we would get some appetizers to hold us over until supper. Richard told me to go get a menu….I laughed and said, “I don’t think I can walk!” I meant it too. Well, every trip seems to have one statement that is remembered long after the trip was over. Now was that defining moment. Sonya said, “I will get us some menus” as she gingerly slid off the bar stool only to take two steps as she turned around grabbing at the back of the bar stool. She looked at Richard and I and said, astoundingly, “$.H.I.T. A BRICK!! I can’t walk!!” We all busted out laughing hysterically.
That is probably not as funny reading as it was in person but no more than we had consumed we were buzzed. We did get something to eat and we spent about another two hours meandering through a variety of stores before we headed to the hotel for a nap to get us through a late night.
When we awoke from our nap, we looked at the map and decided on a few places we wanted to see before we ate dinner. We had to go by Lady & Sons and the Paula Deen’s store. You just cannot come to Savannah and not see that.
We went to Market Street and watched the children playing in the fountain, a street performing band and several inebriated people who were dancing without a care in the world. We thought about taking a carriage ride but decided against it. We did visit with the horses for a bit.
We walked down East Bay Street looking for a place to eat. We had hoped to eat at Ruth Chris Steak but the line was too long. We finally decided on eating at Tony Roma’s; which turned out to be really good. Our waiter was really friendly. I had the rib & filet platter.
After dinner we went back down to River Street to peruse the streets, grab another Wet Willie and to take in some of the street performances. There were dancers, and artists and one guy in particular was absolutely hilarious. The trumpet man. He would belt out tunes on his trumpet as people were passing on the River Walk. One gentleman came by with a Gilligan style hat on and he was playing the tune to Gilligan’s Island. The man was oblivious until the crowd starting clapping and laughing.
He played the tune from Lucky Charms when a short street vendor kept walking by, the theme from the Odd Couple when two men walked by, the Rocky Theme when a svelte muscle-bound young man walked by, and when a pretty robust women in a bright pink mini-dress two sizes too small walked by he played the theme from the Pink Panther. The tunes were never-ending and what made it so funny was that you could see it unfolding as the people started walking in his direction and most were absolutely oblivious to him or what he was doing until the crowd started clapping and laughing then the by-passers caught on and laughed too. What fun we had laughing and cheering.
Around 1 a.m. we called it a night and went back to the hotel to get a good night’s sleep; we had plans to go to Tybee Island the next morning. I was looking forward to visiting the beach.