Cold in Savannah

After two nights of being sequestered in Columbus at the Marriott we finally hit the road and made it to Savannah. The downtime gave us opportunity to put together more of a plan for our stay in Florida. Great news, we now have 2 more nights of reservations, I almost feel like an adult.

Unfortunately we didn’t get to see much in Columbus but the hotel and staff were wonderful while we were there. When you are one of a handful of people staying at the hotel you get to know almost everyone by name. They know me by name because I was “the crazy guy yelling at the Cowboys.”

The hotel is an old gristmill and the history around the area is displayed all around the rooms. Great place to stay but we were both ready for open road.

On our trip to Savannah we made a special side journey to Oglethorpe, GA to see if we could find the grave of Joanie’s great, great, great, grandfather. Turns out that finding a grave from the 1870s isn’t as easy as it sounds, looks like old Levi will never get to meet his gorgeous gd.

Savannah is a great city with plenty to do highlighted by drinking and eating, just so happens to be two of our favorites too. Joanie was able to get us a great room on hopper.com , our new “go to” for cheap rooms. We have put miles on our new Hokas walking around the city and probably haven’t left a two mile radius. The homes, churches, parks, and shopping has given us plenty to do. Apparently Joanie’s kicks took more of a beating than mine, she was forced to buy a stylish pair of boots yesterday. I know the anguish she went through but she is ok now.

Heading to Jacksonville today…