So your whore's flooked up?

Skidaway Island State Park nature walk





We left Tomoka State Park in FL Friday morning and drove up I-95 to Savannah, GA. Before we left Florida, we had looked in the AAA book and found that Skidaway Island State Park is on the Intracoastal just outside of the city of Savannah. We decided to stay there both Friday and Saturday nights, because it’s just a quick hop on the expressway to get downtown, and the park is beautiful. We took the dogs for a run on the park trails on Saturday morning while our friends Del and Vicky were driving from their home in Madison, GA, to Savannah. It was beautiful; the trail winds through the woods, along the salt marsh and the Intracoastal, with occasional relics of the Civil War such as earthworks and the remains of old stills. Tom twisted his ankle on one of the many roots on the trail and had to get an ankle brace for walking around Savannah, but no major harm was done.

Del and Vicky showed up in the late morning, and after finding a nearby hotel room for them, we headed downtown. Savannah is beautiful, and very interesting. We took one of the trolley tours and got off on the riverfront where we ate lunch and imbibed at Wet Willies. That turned out to be a little bit of a mistake, because Wet Willies has a whole wall full of frozen blender drinks, which we had to sample. Tom had the misfortune of trying a drink called “Call A Cab,” which is quite well-named. It’s a combination of cherry cough syrup and 190 proof grain alcohol, with a little bit of rum added for good measure – and I think it is as bad as it sounds, although Tom definitely enjoyed it.

After finishing at Wet Willies we continued the trolley tour, then jumped back in the car to go back to the campsite to feed and walk the dogs. On the way to the campground, Tom returned a call to my brother Matt, who had left us a message that he thought he had the radiant heat in his kitchen working. When Matt answered the phone, Tom said, “So, your whore’s flooked up?” (translation – your floor’s hooked up) which of course sent the rest of us into hysterics.

After feeding the dogs, we went back into Savannah and did one of the walking ghost tours. It was historically interesting, but not very scary, although it’s definitely fun to walk around the city at night and look at all the old buildings. Sunday morning we grabbed breakfast at an omelet restaurant (Tom felt fine by the way) apparently run by people who have a Chinese restaurant next door – good food, but the service was a little funky since they didn’t speak much English. We went back into Savannah and walked around a little more, then jumped in the truck and headed for Athens.


The beautiful streets of Savannah