Back On The Road Again: Touching the Atlantic..Almost

As our rough planning for this journey began, Sharon lobbied to visit Savannah Georgia, a southern colonial city not touched or torched by the warring faction of the Civil War. So I compromised, I steered Cheeky to Savannah. What was the compromise? Happily married men understand matrimonial negotiating.

Our room is the top floor corner left

Earlier in the morning the decision was to find a room in Savannah earlier than our normal late late afternoon arrivals so that we could scout out the town before dark. The highway dropped us into the historical district where a tourist office sign brought us into a parking lot full of tour buses. The streets were buzzing with curious outsiders hands full of odd sizes of pamphlets, maps and brochures. I thought about giving the tourist office a try in helping with our quest for lodging but the tourist office assistant has about as much style and personality as a strip mall in Sierra Vista. I'm not snobbish about where to stay but being directed to chose between 6 corporate named hotels with 500 rooms is not my brand of hospitality.

Walking across parking lot with the tourist office to our backsides we get inside Cheeky and review some of the pamphlets but then we decided to give Minnie (feminine for Garmin) our GPS a try along with information we acquired and finally we came upon the "East Bay Inn", a charming inn located in the hub of historical district and close to the river front. I made a slight location error thinking the water feature out our window was part of the Atlantic but it was part of the river system very near the ocean.

Very comfortable yet elegantly tasteful

The woman at the front desk welcomed us and assured us we would really love our third floor corner room. The lobby had a warm upscale feel and when we entered our room it carried through the same feeling. The 20' high ceilings and 10' high windows created a lovely drama not found in most hotel rooms.

Walking the narrow streets of Savannah is really what its all about. Every four blocks there is a park named after a long past hero and the umbrella of the moss draped magnolia trees provide a canopy from the warm sun. The historical district not being all that large, within two days we pretty much touched on every street enjoying the unique pristine colonial architecture including strolling by Johnny Mercer's former home it was time to turn north out to sea.