Not a Drunk Photo
Taking pictures out the window of what's ahead of you is harder than you think. Well, taking the picture isn't, taking a good one is.
...began with a COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOO!!! Reminded me of when I was a kid. Happy memory. Yes, all the fine-feathered friends from the other side of the trees came back to visit this morning. Even more birds than yesterday. Mostly chickens. Besides the rooster, only one hen made any sort of noise. She had a nice, quiet, friendly cluck. The turkeys on the other hand, were quite vocal. We left the campground just in time. Drove through a short rain shower not too far down the road.
Once we got going in the right direction to catch the freeway, we made a beeline to Savannah. Along the way we saw several billboards for peaches. One advertised a fruit stand called (you guessed it) James and the Giant Peach Stand. Another just said Peach Bread with the exit number. That got my mouth watering. Oh, one funny road that passed over the interstate was called Skate-R-Bowl Rd. I wonder where that leads... Anyway, back to Savannah...the couple we met yesterday suggested The Pirates' House for fooding so we gave it a shot. When we finally got on the right road going in the right direction it was PACKED and of course there was
no parking for 40 feet of vehicle. Okay, we'll just tour downtown. No parking there either, but we got a nice glimpse of the area. Next stop Hilton Head Island. Hopefully we'll be able to see a good portion of that from the street. The Cypress trees with their moss hanging from the branches was really neat to see. We saw the same thing in Savannah. Along the highway leading to Hilton Head Island are numerous golf courses, most of which are accompanied by housing developments only the rich and famous can afford. Actually, only the rich and famous can afford the greens fees. I'm sure they're a minimum of $75. For those of us who can afford that number only if it has a decimal in the middle, there was a miniature golf course that looked fun...and it was shaded. Mike and I were surprised to see an RV park along the highway. I'm sure it's nightly rate is "on par" with the greens fees. Stop your groaning and eye rolling!
Back to the freeway and to our address for the night. This is a nice campground. Lots of trees around (except where the RVs are parked) and
hiking trails. There's a good sized lake/pond with a couple peninsulas jutting out into the middle with tent and primitive campsites. There are even a handful of 30 amp partial hookup sites. What a great idea!
Okay, time to upload the pictures so I can go out and enjoy the scenery before the sun goes down.
Update: While Mike and I were walking around, we crossed paths with a gentleman walking his old red and white Beagle, Elizabeth--or Liz-Butt as he calls her. We got to chatting and of course the topic of where we were all from came up. He and his wife are semi-retired, living at the campground. They moved here from Oregon. But...she's originally from Sedro-Woolley and he's from Port Angeles (look them up if you're not from WA). Small world.
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