March 11, 2007
The sun is warm on my skin
We finally made it to Tybee Island yesterday, but after the parade was over and after the lighthouse/museum had sold its last tickets for the day. The wind off the ocean was brisk, and we were dressed for — well, for weather more like today. More on that in a minute.
I've noticed that drivers here are either very rude or extremely polite. I somehow think it's the latter, which probably makes me seem like a short-tempered Yankee. (I do have it on good authority that folks around here consider Tennesseans, along with anyone north of Atlanta, "Yankees.") Whatever the case, the practice for entering intersections, highways, or whatever around here seems to be to pull halfway out, then look. It's not in the impatient, northeastern way, though. It's a calm, unhurried, "they (my fellow polite Savannahans) will stop for me" kind of thing. I can't stand it.
Dang that Congress for taking an hour of our vacation. Today has flown by as a result. Still, we found time to tour the Fort Pulaski National Monument, stop at the Crab Shack for lunch (since you had to ask: yes, I did have the sampler platter, and can barely write as a result), and get in some beach time. The boy was a hoot as he dug sand with his fingers, cringed at the cold surf, and tried to befriend the seagulls that everyone else wished would go away. By the time we got him back into the car, he was so tired that he fell asleep before we left the beach parking area.
All in all, it was a beautiful day, and there is an evening yet. I think the stress I've been collecting followed me into the first couple days of this venture, but as of today I feel its absence more than not. (How's that for a double negative?)
Sunday Drive | By joe lance | 05:06 PM