After spending a good part of a day in town yesterday, we decided we would stay at the campground and just hangout and relax here. It is sometimes a difficult decision to make to not do any sightseeing because you are constantly nagged with the feeling that you are missing out on something. We figured since we are staying 2 more days here than we originally anticipated, we can afford to take things slow.
Oh little Mila. Our little sad goose with an earache. Not even big sister hugs can make her feel better today. Poor thing. And she refuses to sleep in the Airstream. So you know what that means, naps in the car and baby carrier today.
Last night getting to Asheville, North Carolina was another late one. Google Maps let us down again and took us to a Walmart that was not there. Running low on fuel and driving in the windy and narrow roads of the Great Smoky Mountains looking for an alternate boondocking place caused just a little bit of anxiety for Marlene.
We woke up in the morning and got a real sense about what the Great Smokies are all about. The fog sure makes everything a little blurry. Or maybe that’s just our camera..
This morning we left our campground in Charleston, South Carolina to make our way north. And Ava left the campground in tears because she started to miss our doggy neighbor before we even had to say good-bye to him. On top of having a crying kid in the car, we also had a trash bag full of stuff we needed to donate. As we drove into the capital of South Carolina for the day, we quickly found a thrift store to drop off our crying kid old clothes and household items. Ahhhhhh! It feels so good to be reorganized again. But I doubt it will last long.
We decided to stay two nights at Oak Plantation RV Park so that means we have a full day today to meander around Charleston. Before we headed into town however, we drove across street from the campground to finally eat at a Waffle House.
Last night was our eighth and final night here in Savannah. Eight nights is now officially the longest we have ever stayed in one place. That goes to show you how much we enjoyed it here in Georgia. I am sure by now you are a little tired of the Savannah updates. I promise, we are moving on to see more. Starting today.
Today I woke to a special surprise. Dan cooked breakfast for me!!! Just kidding. He does that every day for me. He cooks. I clean. It’s our little arrangement. But I did wake up to this. A card from the girls. And look who wrote ‘mama’ for the first time. Thanks Ava!! Wait a second!? Is that a bridge in the middle on my name? Ava, are you making fun of my fear of bridges? Nice, Ava. Real nice.
Today, our Savannah food binge continues at the Pirate House. Located at the historical Trustee Gardens within a stones throw of where Oglethorpe originally set camp as he came ashore. The Pirate House has been serving food and drinks to its customers shortly after the founding of the city of Savannah in 1753.
Today is the official start of the Prevost rally and we are surrounded by million dollar coaches everywhere we look. I would probably guess that there is in the neighborhood of 60-70 of them here. At around a million bucks a piece, we feel like the Beverly Hillbillies being amongst these mobile mansions.
Last night when we got back to the campsite, I walked over to the registration office to see if anyone from the Prevost rally had canceled. And wouldn’t you know it, one person did. And exactly one. I walked in at just the right moment too because just before I left the office with my new car tag in hand for another 3 nights, someone called to inquire about the recently sold out campground. Sorry buddy, looks like it’s just us and the buses this weekend.
Our third day in Savannah we thought might be our last. When we checked into the park, there were only 3 nights available. Now that we know that the Prevost rally is coming here for the weekend, we know we would either have to find another place to stay or move on to the next place tomorrow. Unless of course there is a cancellation… We will hold our breath.
We got back into town today in Savannah with one mission in mind, we were going to get into Mrs. Wilkes Boarding House Dining Room for lunch. Now that we have a pretty good sense about the city, we felt more comfortable just driving to where we need to go and begin our explorations from there. As we drove by to see how the line was looking, we were surprise to find that it had not reached to the end of the street and best of all, we got to park right in front of the restaurant.
