Wake up as the sun rises. Ball up old clothes. Place inside gym bag. Shower. Brush teeth. Adorn newer, cleaner clothes. Downstairs. Half a bagel, a glass of juice. Say goodbye as the sun is still low in the sky, just above the mighty oak trees that line the sweet smelling streets. Car tires against pavement down a short driveway. Out of sight, beyond a bend. Gaining momentum down a two-lane road. To the highway.
After that, it was 12 hours of on-and-off driving and pit stops. Through Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia and DC. Holed up for a night in Baltimore Maryland, in a motel on the Inner Harbor. Tomorrow morning will include some meandering and sightseeing. I do not enjoy this cold weather. It was in the 80s again in Savannah this morning. It was in the high 70s all the way to Virginia. I do not like the cold anymore. In school freshman year at the University of Vermont, I came to love cold weather. Now I cannot stand this frigid air. Also, I deplore driving through heavy rains. Savannah is situated such that all these storms blowing eastward with the gulf stream look like they’re going to hammer the city. At the last moment they begin to blow north and eventually out to sea. Perfect temperature and sunshine for five consecutive days. Just a slight drizzle yesterday morning to ensure freshly laid sod is watered.
The area is so iconic. I would recommend everyone visit at some point. It looks exactly the same as it does in all those period pieces we see in movies or on historical accounts dating back multiple generations. When you think of stereotypical “deep south,” your impressions of what it would be like are probably very accurate. Not until you witness it first hand do you understand how surreal this place is. The architecture, palm trees and Spanish moss. There’s even a synagogue that looks like a gothic church because the Jews couldn’t assimilate properly! You will walk around and feel like you’re in a theatrical production. Around any corner you might bump into a man named Colonel…
