Savannah

February 28, 2010

Can’t believe it is almost March. We are still in Savannah, in the southwest area, on the flood-stage Ogeechee River. The Red Bud is out, Cyclomen is blooming and the Cherokee Rose is starting to bud. Georgia’s State flower, the Cherokee Rose is a vine (imported from China) and has a beautiful Dogwood-like flower. We often wish we came to Savannah in April instead of January-February.

We had a most happy connection at Skidaway Island State Park. One day we spotted a distinctive vintage Bird that could only be Suska and Lou, acquaintances from a Bluebird Rally last year, now dear friends. From Cape Cod (Chatham, Mass.), they are, like us, not your typical RVers. Not really joiners, reluctant potluckers, history buffs, wine drinkers, liberal thinkers, never heard the word “cute” applied to their persons or anything they own, with the possible exception of Suska’s bicycle. We cooked for each other and reveled in our good fortune. As we topped off a great meal with Lou’s dessert, ice cream and rum sauce over grilled bananas, and just a wee glass of Port, we laughed at the idea folks have about RVers  roughing it.  Makes us very glad we were at Skidaway in February this year, instead of April!

One thing you can count on in this lifestyle is sharing nearly everything. Dave caught a cold about three weeks ago, and all I could do is wait for it. I’ve got my fingers crossed that I can get over it without going into asthma. Wuh.

The weather is finally, finally seeming to get a little warmer. It has been cold since Christmas. Of course everything is relative and most of you are a lot colder, but somehow we feel like we should be warm: We worked hard enough to get here, because it’s SUPPOSED to be warm!

Love, Sam