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Day… I don’t even know… Savannah to Charleston

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I think it’s Thursday. I’m not sure. I’m drinking another bad cup of coffee, but decaf, as it is almost 9:30 p.m. Today was a fun day, we didn’t get that much exercise but the heat is still near 100 degrees. And I have yet to get a sunburn.

It took me about twenty minutes to figure out how to use the single serve Keurig. Hey, it’s been a long day… Because of all the crazy food we ate today, the teens opted for snacks instead of a meal so we stopped at Target (beer and wine. Sigh. Can you imagine beer and wine at Target in Pennsylvania. Gayle wouldn’t split a six pack.) The teens decided on cereal and milk. One got Cocoa pebbles, the other got Honeycomb. That got me craving Life so I got Market Pantry Cinnamon Oat Bites.

In my confusion, I forgot to get myself dinner. (We have a microwave we could have gotten frozen dinners.) But the milk is in the kids’ room. Yes, the kids have their own room. That’s a story for later in this post. So, right now I’m eating a half a box of cereal dry with an alligator slim jim.

But let me start with the beginning of the day…

If I can remember.

After our excursion to Waffle House, we headed to the University of Georgia’s aquarium. I will post more about that later, because even though it was small, it was very well put together and I got lots of photos and video.

Then we went to the Tybee Island lighthouse and climbed 178 stairs. The grounds of the lighthouse were amazing. It had three tenders at one point. And there were some fortifications to explore, but I will break those into another post too.

I want this to be about the journey.

After lunch at Chicken Lickin’, we took the scenic route up to Charleston and stopped at the Carolina Cider Company. Soda, pastry, CIDER in apple, peach, cherry and blueberry. Various fruit butters, I bought sweet potato butter and a bottle of pecan syrup. And the alligator stick. And a butterscotch root beer.

I booked the room via Hotel Tonight again. The deals near Charleston were no where near as cheap as all of our other destinations. So I splurged and picked the “solid” hotel instead of the “basic” one. So we are in a Wyndham Garden hotel tonight. Except I couldn’t request 2 beds, so we ended up with two rooms with king beds. But so far, we have been way under budget with hotel rooms so… you win some, you lose some.

At first I planned on dividing us by family. My daughter didn’t like that idea. So we let the kids have the second room.

We went to Azalea Park and learned driving through town that Summerville is the home of the first tea plantation and where Southern style sweet tea was born.

And the evening was spent at the hotel swimming and eating breakfast cereal.

Finally! A Waffle Ho(u)se and Southern fried chicken

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I have never been to a Waffle House. I’ve been curious for years and a road trip down South seemed the perfect time.

Imagine my delight to see a Waffle House across the street from the motel.

That night we noticed the U in the sign was out so we drive around the truck stop to get a photo.

It amused me.

This morning I finally had my first Waffle House experience. Everyone was very concerned I would be disappointed.

I loved it.

The woman running the grill was amazing. The coffee good. And my waffle was thin and crispy.

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And then we had lunch at a hickory house chicken place in Hardeeville, South Carolina.

Chicken Lickin’s.

They made it fresh for us and the sides were out of this world. Best coleslaw ever.

Birthplace of Juliette Gordon Low, founder of Girl Scouts

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As a journalist, one of the first tricks I learned was to listen closely when people start to whisper.

This served me well at the birthplace of Juliette Gordon Low yesterday.

Juliette “Daisy” Gordon Low died childless and unmarried of breast cancer.

But what they don’t tell you is WHY she died alone and childless. That she was practically divorced.

I overheard the tour guide telling another couple… Well let me tell you the official story first. The family friendly version.

Juliette was a talented artist… she made sculptures and paintings and ceramics. Her parents didn’t approve of her suitor. Took them three years to believe he could take proper care of her.

She married, moved to England to be with her husband, and several years later her husband started having an affair. Eventually he filed for divorce.

But while the divorce was being arranged, he died. He had written Juliette out of his will in favor of his mistress.

She returned to the States with nothing. Lived in her parents’ house as her brothers helped her fight for her share of her husband’s estate. She ended up with her father-in-law’s house in Savannah, the Andrew Low house.

She died there. And founded Girl Scouts there.

The Little Motel That Could

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The Inn at Mulberry Grove turned out to be my little slice of heaven. Perhaps because they had good coffee. Perhaps because it tries so hard to be a fancy little motel.

Pros: Air conditioning was like a refrigerator. Bed and pillows were comfortable. Much better pillows than all our other accommodations. Best coffee ever.

So-so: had to ask for extra towels every day. The hot breakfast was a hot continental breakfast, so the non-carbohydrate breakfast options were minimal.

But my teen got to try sausage gravy and biscuits. That was a hit.

Con: the hotel has a very good location 15 minutes from historic downtown Savannah right off I-95. The motel sits on Rt 21 which is a thin major roadway and the main vein into Savannah. Rush hour traffic is heinous and the clerk says there are accidents every night. It took us 15 minutes to get onto Savannah but more than an hour to get back.

We had two main adventures at this motel. My teen found a feral kitten. And wanted to save it.

And my teen found an old pay washer and dryer. We were trapped at the motel because of the traffic so we went to the Pilot truck stop across the highway to forage for dinner and look for laundry soap.

We paid $10 for small bottles of laundry soap and fabric softener only to insert our money and find out we couldn’t get the washer to work.

This seems fitting for our adventures, not mine obviously: Devil Went Down to Georgia, washing machine cover

Swan Lake Iris Gardens

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Our afternoon diversion in South Carolina was Swan Lake Irish Gardens. Amazing gardens, lots of swans and lots of turtles.

The Braille Garden really impressed me, though the boardwalk through the cypress forest was spooky and fun too.

But, of course, the Braille garden made me think of my friend, Nancy.

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The signs were in writing and Braille, and the Braille was raised to what seemed an exaggerated height so even non-visually impaired people could try to read it. And you could touch the plants!

Here is a small gallery of some more swan and garden photos:

And some more silly videos I took:

Momma with baby ducks: https://youtu.be/kz7O_a2Pdbg

Swan: https://youtu.be/0ZGLE_6VGaY

Turtles swimming in slow motion: https://youtu.be/sJglRm4_yMM

Ducks honking: https://youtu.be/TTvxJj7dPIc

*All materials shot and recorded on an iPhone X

Savannah, we are here!

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Day 4

We arrived in Savannah about 4 pm last night and checked into The Inn at Mulberry Grove. The prettiest motel I’ve ever seen.

For less than $50/night, I finally got a decent cup of coffee.

But I digress…

Last night we went downtown and ended up getting New York pizza got dinner at Vinnie Van GoGos. Wonderful artsy pun. I had a local blonde beer: Tybee Isle Blonde.

And then we visited the River Street area and bought sundresses and met a man who made palm roses.

Tackylicious South of the Border

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Our first stop of the day was the ever Road Trip iconic South of the Border.

The teens, at first, had two different reactions. The younger teen thought this looked like the best place ever, while the older had her reservations. This looked tacky and silly seemed to be the consensus. They were both correct, had a great time, and they are supposed to be sending good-old-fashioned post cards.

Among the silly statues, we also visited the arcade (and I didn’t tell the girls but I would have loved to play some skeeball) and took the elevator to the top of the sombrero. Gayle was totally disappointed that we weren’t allowed to climb the stairs.

The Pedro Mart had a very impressive selection of snacks, candy and RV supplies despite the half empty building. The most flavors and varieties of nuts I have ever seen in one place. And you have the classic pork skins. And at the various other shops you can find every tasteless souvenir in the universe.

 

 

Day 3 on the Road

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We had hoped to explore the Cape Fear area, but nothing seems to open until 10 a.m. So we headed out of the hotel fairly early, after the teens used the luggage trolley and the toilet broke.

The Red Roof Inn was decent, even if the plumbing was unpredictable. The staff was friendly. The pool cute. Yes, I went swimming. And the breakfast was bagels, cereal and danish.

The coffee has been getting progressively worse.

So we hit the road, and almost immediately, we saw this truck (which broke my heart):

I used to be a vegetarian. I used to buy my eggs and milk and meat at a local farm where I saw the chickens running around.

But this is the reality for an industrialized farm. This is how these chickens live. Many of them were upside down. I’m wondering if they have ever seen daylight before. I am wondering if they are off to slaughter.

I said all these things in the car.

That it is completely possible these chickens spent their entire lives in a warehouse style barn in the dark. They might have seen daylight for the first time this morning as they were loaded onto this truck without leaving these awful cages.

The sunlight may have terrified them and burned their little eyes. And then the truck started moving.

Have you ever ridden in the back of a open air pick-up truck? I have. Imagine being a small bird and all that wind.

And then when the truck finally stops, they are killed.

All so agribusiness can make money.

Support local farms! Support small business! Think about where your food comes from.

On a brighter note, we have two whoopee cushions in the car. Or we did. My daughter tried to get Gayle, but failed. So Gayle kept that one to have her turn.

My daughter was messing with the other one and popped it.

I also introduced my daughter to the concept of reveille as a bugle call. So now she might try to master that. After she gets Taps.

Route 95 in the South has lots of day lilies and sunflowers everywhere.

Photo Gallery: Petersburg Battlefield National Park

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We had a great time galavanting through Petersburg Battlefield National Park. All photos were taken on an iPhone X. This was such a really important period in the American Civil War.

For more on our visit, see the post Boogie Woogie Bugle Girl: https://angelackerman.com/2018/06/18/boogie-woogie-bugle-girl/

And for some silly videos on YouTube: My daughter with her new bugle

 

Southern eating and hospitality

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In our travels in North Carolina today, we experienced some southern cooking and southern hospitality.

We stopped in Rocky Mount, North Carolina, for lunch at Gardner’s BBQ buffet. It wasn’t exactly what everyone had in mind, but it proved an amazing experience.

Am I using that phrase in every blog post this trip?

The food was good. Not gourmet or incredible but all the southern classics were represented. New Brunswick stew, collard greens, chicken necks, black eyed peas, barbecue, liver, hush puppies, fried chicken, ribs, good old American Mac and Cheese…

The teenagers both had some liver. That impressed me.

Service was phenomenal. The waitress was very patient with my talkative daughter who thought she could be grown up and have unsweetened iced tea instead of southern sweet tea.

She even gave us beverages for the car ride.

And the girls? Can’t get used to Southern accents.