Savannah GEORGIA to Indian Springs

Track. 'Georgia on my mind'. Ray Charles.
"Its funny, when you're a child you think that time will never go by, but when you hit about 20, time passes like you're on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life justs slips up on everybody. It sure did on me." Fanny Flagg - Fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe.


Day 55

 We were up at 4 and soon underway on the 4.5 hour drive to Savannah,  Georgia. We arrived just before 9 and had breakfast in the car park of the visitors centre. Pete and Dylan sorted out a 90 minute narrated tour on a trolley car round historical Savannah which proved to be an amazing place. Although known for the opening scenes of Forest Gump where he is sitting on the bench, it proved itself to be so much more. Designed as a series of leafy squares all merging together it had a real old world charm to it. Lots of period architecture and streets lined with oaks draped with Spanish moss. It had been an important place during the civil war so lots of this history was relayed to us.  It felt different to the rest of the states, a little like New Orleans had. It was another spot that a serious night out on the town seemed like a option. Dylan and Sol were game but we were feeling a little tired.

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We queued for an hour to get into Mrs Wilkes' Boarding House for lunch to experience true southern cuisine. The Lonely Planet suggests that you shouldnt leave Georgia without eating here. When we got inside there was just 4 large tables where you join other diners and fill the places of those who have just left. The food is laid out on the tables. There were approximately 25 differently dishes ranging from sweet potato, chicken, beef stew, flavoured rice etc. Amazing.

We all then walked off our feast through the leafy streets before getting a trolley car back to the rv. We stayed in Skidaway Island State Park which was lovely. Dylan and Sol enjoyed themselves chilling out before bed.

Day 56.

Left the state rv park early, although it took some soul searching to get out of bed at 4.30. We set off towards another state park called Indian Springs and had an inspired  lucky detour at a tiny town called Juliette, best known for hosting the film "Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe".

A lovely spot and we could hardly believe our luck as we sat in the whistlestop cafe with some local workmen and ate fried green tomatoes as a train whistled past. The only things missing were idgy and ruth. Talked to an old lady for ages in the local shop before heading off to the state park.

Pete was pleased to hear that the park hosted a spring famed for its sulphur odour (pete's nemesis) as well as healing properties apparently. Becs has drunk some- we are yet to see!  On a little walk down by the creek we spotted a chipmunk, or squirrel without a tail according to becs.

She did then see a beaver heading into the water so the earlier mistake was forgiven! We swam in the warm lake before completing the nature trail loop seeing some enormous oak trees and then moving on to our campsite and weathering a pretty monumental rainstorm overnight.