As previously documented, in June we took off for some fun, relaxation and family time in Savannah, GA. Previously-posted stories can be found here and here. Now for the long-overdue pictures.
Boar’s Head restaurant. Wonderful place to eat lunch. Even Taylor’s hot dog was appealing to Elizabeth and I. It was here we discovered just how civilized Savannah really is – open containers are allowed around the city! A novelty we took advantage of. At one point I got a margarita daiquiri at 10:00 a.m. just because I could. And we hit a drive-through daiquiri stand one evening, again just because we could. I love civilization.
Regardless, Boar’s Head is an excellent restaurant. While we don’t have pictures of them, the Blue Moon Tavern, besides being a microbrewery (which I cannot miss during any out-of-town trip), has delicious food. Their IPA just might be the best microbrewed beers I’ve ever had in the States.
Don’t go here. Yes, it’s delicious. Yes, it’s wonderful. But you gain 5 pounds just walking in. Samples everywhere. Fudge, toffee, fudge, all sorts of candies. Did I mention fudge? Did I happen to mention dozens of different flavors of fudge? For the sake of your blood sugar, avoid it. Or, give into the temptation and leave very happy.
Taylor loves her strawberry ice cream. They’re very attached.
Too much partying for one day. Taylor falls asleep on my shoulders en route back to the car.
Now for the REAL reason for the trip – we get to visit my cousin Amanda and her Travis, and their brand-new baby Jack! They have since moved from Savannah to Seattle so this was probably our last chance to see them for a while.
The happy family.
Suck it up kid, you’ll get used to these camera-things soon enough.
Happy Mommy and baby.
Jack has the greatest faces.
Jack’s Grandma/my Aunt Judy just happened to be in town that week as well, helping Amanda and Travis pack. Bonus visit time!
Taylor was enthralled with Jack.
Our sweet little girl.
“Oooo, cute blonde! I could drool all over her.”
Just about nap time. One evening I even got to hold him until he fell asleep. I do miss that with Taylor. No Elizabeth, that does not mean I want another one.
Hanging out in front of the Candy Kitchen again. Amanda used to work here. Throughout the trip, we kept finding ourselves back here. Must be the drugs they add to the toffee.
Happy family, again.
More pictures after the jump …
A trip to Savannah is not complete without a day at the beaches of Tybee Island. This was Taylor’s first trip to the beach, and it could have gone better. Taylor wanted no part of the water. The waves scared her. So while Taylor made friends with (and stole the toys from) the little girl we met at Wal-Mart, Elizabeth and I took turns swimming in the ocean.
Taylor loves lighthouses. I must admit a longtime fascination with them as well.
More time with Jack. We promised Taylor a chance to hold him, so on our final night, we made good.
Little dude in his carseat.
Taylor doesn’t want to leave him.
If all you care about is family pictures, now is a good time to stop. From here on are shots I thought were just cool.
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Still here? Good. Freshen up your beverage, because here comes the obligatory vacation slide show.
It’s a big barge. A really big barge. Those colored boxes on the back? Train cars. Huge. Impressive.
If you’re going on a ghost tour, you might as well ride in style.
Another big barge, though not as big. For some reason this one reminded me of the final episode in Season 5 of 24, which ends with a beaten Jack Bauer kidnapped and traveling to China in a shipping boat.
Big barges are fun. Perspective – look just to the right of the right awning – you’ll see two people in the foreground with the orange-ish building in the background.
More people on the deck, rounding the corner. I don’t think Bauer was inside – he was kidnapped from Los Angeles.
Wish I remembered the name of this bridge. But once you cross it, hello South Carolina! Once you cross the state line, you can tell. There is nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing, aside from a long-abandoned dance hall of questionable repute, now useful for nothing more than a convenient place for wayfaring travellers to turn around and head back to Georgia.
I like fountains, almost as much as I like barges. And winged lions. Not quite a griffin, not as cool as the gargoyles I loved at the Duomo or Notre Dame so much. But this one spits water, so inherent cool factor goes up.
Pretty boat fountain.
And finally, a piece of good ol’ redneck humor. Yes, this place is called The Dawg Pound. We are in Georgia after all. The sign reads “Hunker down in our new mist patio.”
Wouldn’t this make your fries a little soggy? Relative humidity: 110%. Soggy food and unintentional wet T-shirt contests abound. Somehow, we avoided the temptation of eating here in favor of a place with air conditioning, where you actually had to be fully dressed to enter. I must be getting old.