Skidaway Island State Park, Savannah, GA

June 30, 2014 Arrived here on the 28th, tired and discouraged. We had ANOTHER blown tire; a very nice Georgia State Trooper by the name of Thompson helped us. Traffic was in a hurry to get somewhere and changing a tire by the side of the road in the heat is difficult enough. Officer Thompson said "I'm not doing much" and I told him that he "brought the lights" and that in itself was enough. Nice people at Bill Duckworth Tire helped us back on four feet and $206.00 later we were on the road.

Observation mid-point in ride,
salt marsh behind me.

Tabby ruins at Wormsloe

Drive into Wormsloe

This camp is nestled in the live oaks on Skidaway Island, the drive into the park is breathtaking. Our camp site is shaded and cool, well, relatively speaking. We rested on arrival and yesterday we biked around the camp. I had the bright idea to try a wooded trail, sand, dirt and tree roots. Well, the transition from parking lot to trail got me and I had a minor bike wreck. My legs would call me a liar as the bruises are like an atlas. It didn't stop the bike ride but did make me more careful. Duh! The afternoon we spent at a State Historic Site called Wormsloe. Wormsloe is the colonial home of Noble Jones who came over with the first English colonists in 1733 to settle what is now Savannah. Colonial Savannah was a project of a group of English noblemen to give the rising English middle class a chance to own property. Ten generations of descendants succeeded Noble Jones at Wormsloe. Many of the structures on the grounds were built of Tabby, a local mixture of lime, sand, oyster shells and  water, which makes a form of cement.

River side in Savannah from
One-Eyed Lizzy's balcony

Today we spent visiting Savannah herself. What a beautiful old city! We took a trolley tour with Old Town Trolley's and hopped on and off. We walked down by the river and ate at One-Eyed Lizzy's. We even had gator bites: Might-T-fine! Part of our visit was spent viewing the Harper-Fowlkes house. Built in 1842 it has been restored and most of the furnishings are original also.

Harper Fowlkes House circa 1842

When we got back to camp and rested a bit we went over to the Interpretive Center where they have an area with benches and bird feeders. Bosco rode his bike over and Holly and I walked. The three of us spent an enjoyable hour watching birds. Holly paid more attention to the squirrel that was eating cast off seeds. One false move and you're a dead squirrel; that kind of attention. The birds were numerous: painted buntings, cardinals, tufted titmouse, orange variant of a house finch, and Carolina chickadees. Altogether a satisfying end to a great day. Tomorrow Charleston and a new adventure.