Last day in the south

We began the day with a tour of Tybee Island and the oldest and tallest light house in Georgia. In listening to the history of the lighthouse, one video of a lady told of living there as a child when her father was the light house keeper. They played on the beach, went crabbing every day, and climbed the 178 steps to the top of the tower. It sounded like an idyllic childhood. Today, of course, it is all electronic, so no keeper is needed. (For the record, I did not climb it!)

Then we toured a fort that was actually used in WW II when enemy submarines were seen off the coast. It had been there since before the Civil War. They actually melted the canons at one point for the metal to make more ammunition for one of the World Wars. Sorry, I am on information overload at this point.

Once we returned to Savannah, we took a trolly ride around the historic district. Again, history everywhere. Each "block" has a small square with a statue of someone famous.... generally military persons. Savannah is the home of Johnny Mercer, who wrote many songs, probably the most familiar being "Moon River." His home was one that we passed. Lots of museums in the area, but not enough time.

Lastly, we went to a huge outdoor market for a few hours if shopping in the many vendor spots. I can tell you many ways to exit a bus, but planting your face first into the sidewalk is not one I recommend. I guess I can consider myself a "Confederate" now, since I shed my blood in Savannah. Talk about attention! Fifty peering eyes, "Are you all right?" Turns out that I can still bounce, nothing broken but my pride.

I did, however, get a private bus ride to urgent care, then an uber ride to the ER. Since I hit my head AND was over 65, they thought a CT was necessary. And I got to see a lot of Savannah that the rest of the tribe missed. Including the hospital, which was very "interesting".

I still marvel at the live oaks. Their branches covered the four lane streets making it feel as if you are driving in a tunnel. The bus would have never made it. As is, we did hit a branch that broke the front window at some point in our out of the way places.

So, we are off to the airport in just a little bit. On to Atlanta and then home to Boise. It has been fun. I enjoyed spending a week with my high school friend and made so many new acquaintances. It feels a little sad to think I won't see them again unless I go tripping one more time. Sorry, bad play on words. Our driver was wonderful, as well as my two local chaperones who stuck by my side through the hospital trip. Also had a tour leader who was outstanding. And the many historians who were filled with so much history that they gladly shared with us.

It's been fun. Thanks for joining me.