Smiling faces. Beautiful Places.

The historical tour around Savannah was very educational as well as entertaining. I was particularly impressed with the city's twenty-one squares where people could congregate and relax. They reminded me of Golden Gate Park's panhandle except smaller and more abundant. River Street seemed to be the place to let loose at any hour and Forsyth Park, originally a military parade ground, was an epicenter of tranquility in this slow-moving metropolis.

I made myself carry-on after just a twenty-four hour layover and found myself in a town called Blufton by day's end. At Pepper's Porch I befriended a Michigan transplant; possibly the only other non-native in town. And following the advice of the friendly waitstaff, I headed down to the wharf to set up camp in an open field. Closing my eyes on this Saturday evening, I hear some locals getting rowdy Under the Table and Dreaming....