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March 10, 2007
Red clay gives way to white sand
Our mini-vacation to Savannah is underway, though pretty much all we did on Friday was get here ("here" being an outbreak of common hotels and restaurants beside I-95, as we haven't yet seen the city).
I am always amazed by the scented air in rural Jawja, but I think this time through was extra special due to the early Spring sun warming the long pine needles as the sap moves up the trees. This is not a pungent, bitter pine smell, but a wide, warm aroma that some might say is akin to magnolia. I would guess that the locals don't even notice, but if you turn down I-16 out of Macon, and the air is just right, you can't miss it.
We happened through Dublin at just the right time to see a bevy of hot air balloons floating over the area. The bright, striped pears in the sky were magic enough to take the young one's eyes momentarily off the portable DVD player that was hastily purchased and strapped to the back of the seat on our way out of town. We bought the very cheapest one, but so far it works. The boy is too little yet to manage headphones, so our only sacrifice is turning off the car stereo and listening to the tinny output from whatever animated feature happens to be playing. Plus, we can keep talking to him. I balked for a while at buying one at all, because I don't believe in shutting kids up and forgetting they're there. There are compromises all through life.
Today we will drive east to Tybee Island, where there's a week-early parade scheduled (we think it's probably more our speed than the big Savannah blowout). I spent some time last night getting to know the new camcorder, which had arrived at the house just in time for us to bring it. I mean, I was pacing the floor, because our street is on our UPS guy's last leg. If the shipper hadn't decided to wait until Tuesday (I ordered it Saturday and paid for 2nd-day air), much anxiety would have been avoided. I hope to get some shorebird footage. I thought a SDHC card was included in the shipment, but I was wrong, so thankfully I have my father-in-law's Fuji FinePix camera along for still shots.
That is, I'll take pictures if I can wrangle all of these things at once with a toddler in tow. He's a two-person job, this guy.
Sunday Drive | By joe lance | 07:14 AM