The staff at the Hinckley Boatyard were fabulous! We’d like to thank Amy, Bob, Colin, and Nancy for making us feel right at home and accommodating our every need while we were stranded in “Maintenanceville”. But nobody really enjoys spending time at a boatyard, even a yard that has fabulous people. We had chosen Savannah because we’d never been there before and we were hoping to see the sights. During our first day at the dock, it was quite possibly the coldest day thus far this year by Georgia standards (the cold front we had out sailed had arrived). Bob stopped by bright and early to ask if we were warm enough, did we need to borrow a space heater? His keen, mechanical ear heard our forced hot air heater hard at work and we assured him that we were toasty warm below. How thoughtful! I think that we surprised Bob when we told him we were leaving our cozy cave and heading to Savannah for the day to explore.
A short taxi ride brought us into downtown Savannah. We began our day on River Street near the Visitors’ Center. We didn’t really have a plan, just to meander along the streets and see what we could find. Savannah is beautiful; streets are lined with towering oaks streaming with Spanish moss and brick homes whose intricate, ironwork enclosed balconies overhang above the streets. Scattered throughout the historical district are historical squares; these contain monuments, fountains, etc. as tributes to Savannah’s historical figures. We strolled through the squares, up side streets, down main streets, and along the river walk.
It was COLD! Our scenic exploration soon became a pub crawl. Hey, that’s where the heat was, and we met some great people as we hopped from bar to bar sampling the local brews. Rumor has it that Savannah hosts quite the St. Paddy’s Day bash; just imagine walking the streets with to-go cups!