Living the High Life: Skidaway Island State Park, GA 6/11/08

It was such a gorgeous morning and this flora is so different than we are used to, that we decided to take a bike ride thru one of the park’s nature trails. We rode under palmetto trees, and gigantic live oak trees draped in moss alongside salt marshes. (See photo). We saw a variety of birds, read about civil war battles that didn’t work out so well on this island and saw the remnants of an old moonshine still. We even climbed up an observation tower to see a nice overview of the marsh and slough area. Even though it was close to high noon about then (and hot) we decided to head into town and ride our bikes thru the Bonaventure Cemetery. For those of you familiar with the movie “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”, you can appreciate how fun this was! We checked out lots of old and exotic headstones and monuments, some of them dating back to the late 1700’s. I believe the entire cemetery is about 600 acres, so we had quite a lot of fun zig-zagging about the different lanes and reading about those of nobility, and celebrities such as Johnny Mercer. We then decided to head to the historical district and continue to ride our bikes past all the grand old homes and garden squares. Savannah is really a gorgeous, genteel city. Well, by this time, about 2ish, we had ridden close to 13 miles and were famished! We decided to head for Tybee Island and check out the Crab Shack. It’s supposedly a local favorite and is highly recommended for the “Low Country Boil.” We each ordered up a plate along with some beers and margaritas and settled back on the deck, overlooking the marshes and ocean. We both agreed, this is the best meal yet that we have eaten on the road!! It’s a plate heaping with fresh wild Georgia shrimp, red potatoes, corn on the cob and sausage. Apparently, it’s all boiled together then some kind of “special” seasoning is sprinkled over the top. The tables all have big holes in the middle wherein you peel and shuck your shrimp, crab legs, oysters, etc. At this point, feeling nicely satiated, it was close to 4:00 and we decided why not go swimming in the ocean? The great thing about traveling with your home is that you can be quite flexible. We changed into our swimsuits (in the van), parked at the beach and played in the ocean for several hours. We even blew up our swim rings and had a blast being silly in the water, trying to “catch a wave”. When we finally got back to the van, we were hot, salty and sticky, but never fear Winnie is here!! We used our shower off the back of the van, stood out in the middle of the street and took showers. I think everyone dealing with the sand getting in their cars were quite envious. When we got back to the campsite, Ned whipped us up some mochas and we are having a quiet evening at home: Ned is swinging in the hammock, I’m writing blogs (yeah wi-fi here) , and we’re catching up on some much needed laundry. (Yep, the campground has a washer/dryer located near the showers). There is hardly anyone around us at the campground so we are enjoying our home of the great outdoors - Loving the high life. The question is will I ever be able to sleep within 4 walls again?!

From Sea to Shining Sea: Skidaway Island State Park, GA 6/10/08

We left Veterans Park knowing we had a long drive across Georgia. Confident that the Winniemobile was purring along just fine, we stuck to the two lane highways, choosing to see the countryside and small towns through the heart of Georgia. We traveled by pecan trees, sugar cane & cotton fields, skinny pine trees and lots of logging trucks. We stopped at a roadside barbeque, Harry’s, to continue our quest for the perfect barbeque. Ned had ribs, (with the obligatory 3 pieces of white bread & pickles) and I had a sliced barbeque sandwich. We liked this one better than Chuck’s. It was still a mustard based sauce, but less “mustardy.” Our next stop was in the town of Claxton, which proudly proclaims itself to be the “Fruitcake Capital of the World.” We couldn’t let THAT one go by, so we circled around the town until we found Claxton’s Bakery. They make something like 86,000 lbs. of fruitcake a day during their busy season. Yikes! (Okay, secret confession time. I think my dad and I are the only people in the world who actually like fruitcake). Of course, we had to venture inside and test it out. The person who helped us out was very friendly and was rather pleased that we were from California. We finally reached Skidaway Island State Park, outside of Savannah around 3:00. It’s a beautiful park with lots of oak trees dripping with moss. Very picturesque. We signed up for a spot for 2 nights and quickly left to explore Savannah. We walked cobblestone streets along the Savannah River, visited the famous City Market, toured the mansions in the historic district, and finally drove out to Tybee Island and stood in the Atlantic Ocean at about 8:30 pm. (See photo of Ned celebrating our triumphant arrival at the Atlantic Ocean). Tomorrow marks 3 weeks to the day that we left Nancy’s place at the Pacific Ocean. The best part of being on the Island is that the temp dropped to about 86 deg., was breezy, and boy did that feel good!! The ocean is the first body of water we’ve been in that is not uncomfortably warm. We have a lot of options tomorrow: swimming in the ocean, riding bikes through Savannah to get a close-up look of the houses, visit some museums and cemeteries – not really sure what we are going to do. Stay tuned!

Peaches, Plains & Passing the Test: Georgia Veterans State Park, GA 6/9/08

We had a bit of a late start this morning. We didn’t get up til 8:30 and didn’t roll out of camp til past 10:30. I think this heat and humidity just makes you take life easier. Our first stop was at a Volkswagen Repair Shop in Macon, GA. It felt great to have someone look at the car that was knowledgeable in Eurovans. He ran some tests, poked around and said “everything was within specs”. We passed the test with flying colors, let out a big sigh and luxuriated in the air conditioner running full time. We decided to take some country roads and our first stop was a peach packing plant. It was interesting to see how the peaches were labeled, sorted and packed. Better than that was stopping at a local farmer’s fruit stand and getting a “lecture” from him about peaches and how they should be picked and packed. He selected some for us that were picked this morning and said they should be perfect by tomorrow morning. Guess what’s for breakfast tomorrow? We drove for miles thru peach and pecan orchards & peanut & cotton fields. Our next stop was Andersonville National Historic Sight, the Prisoner of War Museum. The museum was done really well, but it was way too depressing for me and I couldn’t wait to move on. We continued driving thru the country amongst the deep red Georgia clay dirt and pristine homes. Every home seems to have the ubiquitous long front porch, with tall rockers set on them. We eventually made our way to Plains, Ga and spent the rest of the day exploring. Our first destination was the National Park Headquarters set-up in the old Plains High School. It had a very informative and sweet display on Jimmy and Rosalyn Carter’s life in Plains and his presidency. My favorite thing was the ½ hour movie that was shown in the old school auditorium. It was really fun to visit the old classrooms and read about history in this setting - much more fun than a typical museum. We drove by the train depot, which served as the campaign headquarters of Jimmy Carter. Did you know it was chosen because it was the only available building in Plains that had a bathroom?! We eventually drove out to Jimmy’s boyhood farm (about 3 miles outside of Plains) and spent a good couple of hours exploring. We had just finished his book, “An Hour Before Daylight” the night before about his life on the farm. It was so much fun to walk thru the farm, his house, the outbuildings, look at the fields, see the blacksmith shop and commissary, and relive 1930’s rural Georgia. (The photo is me standing in his backyard). What I really appreciated was that you were completely free to walk in every building, explore and not have things “behind glass” or park rangers following you around. In fact, we and one other park ranger were the only people there the entire time! I really liked the level of openness and trust that was placed on the public. To me if exemplified Jimmy Carter and what he believes. No matter what one thinks about his presidency or politics, you have to admire him for his integrity and deep religious convictions. We hadn’t eaten much (if you don’t count the scoop of peach ice cream at the peach factory) so we decided to just eat at The Old Bank Café in Plains. We got a patty melt for $3 and a salad for $2, served by a very sweet, but toothless young woman. We then ventured to our night’s destination, Georgia Veteran’s State Park. It’s really more of resort, with a fancy conference center, golf course, marina & country club. Our camping spot is right on the lake! I asked our neighbor if it was okay to just go swimming from here. Her reply, “Sure, go right ahead. There’s gators, but they hardly pay any mind to you.” It was the “hardly” part I had trouble with. We decided to hop on our bikes and go to the public swimming beach. As usual, we blew up our rings and floated around this huge lake (seems like the size of Lake Tahoe), but once again warm as bath water. After swimming we took a bike ride exploring this park. There are half a dozen army tanks, artillery guns, planes & helicopters on display. There are several memorials through-out the park dedicated to the various veterans of war. Right now, it’s about 9:30 and the wind has suddenly come up, lighting is flashing across the sky and the temperature feels likes it’s dropping (we just checked it’s 87 deg.) Down right chilly!

Georgia On My Mind: Indian Springs State Park, GA 6/8/08

We got up this morning and explored, on bike, the beautiful area of Chewacla State Park. It is in a heavily wooded park around a picturesque lake. Apparently, this is THE place to hang out before Auburn Univ. football games. In fact, some people store their huge RV’s here just for game day. We also noticed that many campers brought their own barbeques – you know those huge ones that most people have bricked in their backyards. These people take their barbequing seriously! We packed up and headed for Georgia, our first stop Warm Springs, FDR’s “Little White House.” It is very charming, and the museum is really interesting. Lots of history, films, memorabilia and very informed park rangers. I really enjoyed seeing FDR’s cars and how they were set up for hand controls. His house was much more simplistic than I imagined, but somehow I really enjoyed that. Ned particularly liked the “Stone Walkway of the States.” Each state donated a sample indigenous stone (2’ x 2’) often in the shape of the state. A plaque described the type of stone, the date the state was admitted to the union, and the state motto. It’s definitely hot here – mid to high 90’s. We decided to just go for it and drive the country back roads to our next destination with the air conditioning on. So far, the Winnie has been just perfect not showing any signs of low battery life or alternator trouble. Go figure. This part of Georgia is postcard beautiful. There are lots of rolling hills, pristine white houses with black shutters and big wrap around porches, and charming antique towns. Even though the pine woods are gorgeous, I do find them amusing. This Northern Sierra Girl is used to tall redwood and big fat cedar trees. The pine trees here are tall, but very skinny. They actually look like tiny Christmas trees on stilts. We only ate a light breakfast this morning, the usual cup of yogurt/bowl of cereal because we were holding out for a very special Sunday supper. Our 4:30 destination was “The Whistle Stop Café” in Juliette. It was the actual town and café where the movie “Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café” was filmed. I LOVED this place. It’s a tiny little town on the outskirts of a national forest. The café is located next to the train tracks and depot. It is exactly like it was in the movie, very homey, low key and just ordinary folks relaxing. (See photo of me hanging out on the front porch). There were only about 6 people in the café and the young women serving us made us feel so welcome with their southern hospitality. They sat down and talked with us, answering all my questions about the movie, the history of the town, the abandoned factory, etc. We were encouraged to walk around the back and make sure we visited the “barbeque pit”. If you saw the movie, you know what I’m talking about. The food here is FABULOUS. I had fried chicken, fried green tomatoes, collard greens & corn bread. Ned was less of a pig and just hand the fried green tomato BLT with a side order of onion rings. Let me tell ya – the best fried chicken I have ever eaten!! Of course, we split some peach cobbler for dessert. It was quiet warm and we couldn’t wait to get to the night’s destination, Indian Spring State Park – the first state park in the US! As usual, we were definitely not disappointed. Soon after pulling in, we blew up our swim rings, hopped on our bikes and headed for the lake. All the lakes so far have been really warm – close to 85-90 degrees. Sure makes me appreciate swimming in the Yuba River!! Anyway, we stayed in the lake until after 8:00 just floating around and gabbing. Damn it felt good. I think we did close to another 10 miles on our bikes today. I have to justify this southern home cookin’ somehow…

Rolling thru the Deep South: Chewacla State Park, AL 6/7/08

We showed up at the Midas shop at 10:30 hoping that the much coveted alternator would be there. No such luck. (Godot never showed – imagine that!) The worst part is that no one had any idea where it was. All they knew was that it was someplace between Atlanta and New Orleans. So, we waited, and waited, and waited. The one silver lining is that Hillary’s concession speech was supposed to be televised around 12:30. The other customers hanging out in the waiting room were mostly African-American. We struck up a conversation about Obama and were all glued to the set during the speech. We had a really interesting chat with one particular gentleman who was quite informed and had been keeping abreast of the Hillary-Barack saga. It was so touching to share this moment with someone who was as enthused as we are. I’ll always remember not only this incredible historic moment, but exactly where we were and who we shared it with. (Molly, I know you are feeling my energy!) When the 2:00 closing time for the shop rolled around, and still no alternator, we decided to take our chances with the original alternator and continue on our journey. The other unthinkable option was to stay in New Orleans until Monday. We looked at the map, made a couple of adjustments and decided to head for Chewacla State Park in Alabama. This meant that we would travel thru Mississippi, along the Gulf coastline, but not spend the night. In our quest to reduce the load on the alternator, we decided to forego the air conditioner. At one point, when we were feeling quite warm and had consumed gallons of ice tea, I decided to check the temp…the outside temp registered 95 and the inside temp registered 102! Yep, we’re official stinky road warriors. (thank goodness for campground showers). We were hoping to accomplish two things: 1) get to the campground before 8:00 and 2) get to Chuck’s Barbeque before 9:00, closing time. I’m happy to report that both goals were met – with minutes to spare. We had watched a TV program about Chuck’s Barbeque on the food channel. It was recommended as one of the best of the smoked, mustard based barbeques. I had chopped pork with a side of beans (didn’t eat the mountain of pickles or 3 slices of white bread that came with it) and Ned had the chipped pork with a side order of brunswick stew and coleslaw. The owners are proud of their born again status, as testified by the “Jesus is the Bread of Life” t-shirts worn by all the employees and the scripture prominently displayed on the walls. (I snapped a pic so you can get a flavor of the place). Anyway, the first of the barbeque tasting has begun. By the end of this trip we hope to be aficionados on mustard, vinegar, tomato and sweet style barbeques. We pulled in the campground at dark, and are looking forward to exploring it in the daylight. (We’ve been averaging about 10 miles a day on the bikes and anticipate continuing that trend tomorrow).

Waiting for Godot or the Right Alternator: St. Bernard State Park, 6/6/08

Well, we biked over to the Midas dealer only to find out that the wrong alternator was delivered. One was finally located (hopefully the right one) and it should arrive tomorrow – from Atlanta. So, knowing that the ORIGINAL alternator was at least working, we asked them to re-install that in the Eurovan and decided to go back to St. Bernard’s State Park. At least that place has a pool, free wi-fi and is a lot more enjoyable than hanging around the hotel. New Orleans has been fun, but I’m ready to rumble again!! We indeed spent the day swimming and just hanging out. It was nice to have a quiet dinner “at home”, get a pedicure (thank you, Ned), wash the van, read aloud and surf the internet. (The photo is Ned making dinner after we washed the car). This State Park has hundreds of bunnies that are always running around and gorgeous bright red cardinals. It’s fun to just watch them. Here’s hoping that tomorrow brings the right part and it works! The big decision we are making tonight is whether to keep to the original schedule and head for Jackson, Mississippi or stay along the coast and then head for Auburn, Alabama thus pretty much by-passing Mississippi. I guess we’ll wait til tomorrow and see what happens with the Eurovan to decide.

Hard Times in the Big Easy: Avenue Garden Hotel, New Orleans 6/5/08

We got up this morning and headed over to the Midas shop, hoping that the alternator was delivered by 10:30 – it was! We left poor Winnie at the shop and biked thru the city, We had a great time biking at the Riverwalk, along the banks of the Mississippi. We eventually made our way to the French Market and decided to have lunch at the Market Café. The one thing we hadn’t yet tried was a muffuletta. We ordered one, thinking we would split it. This thing is huge! It could easily feed a family of four. We sat outside , listening to live jazz, sipping iced tea and eating the best thing yet in New Orleans. The breeze was blowing off the Mississippi and I was thinking that this was the best time I’ve ever had getting a car fixed. We eventually headed back to Midas and had to wait until about 2 for the car. Finally, everything seemed to check out okay and we were on our way. We thanked the mechanics, they waved us off and wished us well on our journeys. We traveled about 10 miles on I-10 when suddenly the Eurovan lost all power and the instruments froze-up. Ned remained completely calm during the ordeal, got us safely off the freeway. We literally coasted into a gas station. We called the Midas shopand after a bit of a wait, Jim the mechanic, drove to us and checked things out. Turns out the NEW alternator was faulty – DOH!!! We called Triple AAA and had the Mighty Winniemobile pathetically towed back to the shop. (See photo of the magnificent Winnie going down…) So, we now need to order another alternator and hope it arrives by tomorrow morning and it works. The Triple AAA tow driver, Melvin, was a reas gem. He also did some diagnostics and agreed that the alternator was dead. We enjoyed his company (and air conditioned cab) as we traded scary alligator stories. While Ned was dealing with car issues, I went into event planner mode. I called the State Park in Mississippi and changed our reservations from Thurs. to Friday night. I also called my assistant – aka Dad – to help us locate a cheap, safe, clean hotel within biking distance. We settled down in a quaint hotel in the Garden District. I tried getting used to the luxuries of air-conditioning and a private bathroom. To tell the truth, I’m feeling a little claustrophobic and am missing the great outdoors and social camaraderie of camping at State Parks. (Seems weird to walk a few feet to the restroom and not hop on your bike waving to other campers along the way). Well, here’s hoping the Winnie hits her stride again soon and we are on our way.