A cool day
in Port Wentworth, GA, and our last full day this far north of latitude for a long time. FROG has had her tubes tied, finally (not
THOSE tubes, her turbocharger tubes. She’s
a bus, not a breeder) and she’s ready to roll. Sadly, not at no additional cost. The custom made part cost $812.00 or so. But Dewayne, the General Manager of the shop
did assume all of his considerable labor and the towing charge, so TY Dewayne
for that!
Mona has
beat me again at scrabble (nothing new there) but I am ahead this game! Prayers
appreciated, if you think God cares which of us gets to go first in our next
contest of vocabularial spellboundedness.
The temp got
up into the mid fifties this afternoon so we headed 5 miles north into the
Savannah Wildlife Preserve over the state line in South Carolina. Terrance, the fisherperson of yesterday, had
told Mona there might still be alligators not yet in hibernation there.
Unfortunately
with the cold coming in today we saw nary a gator nor a tortoise. But never mind, the fall colors which were
present in the grasses and taller vegetation, and the streaks of blue in an
otherwise gray sky made for some interesting photography.
And there
were ducks…
…and herons
everywhere.
And we got
to see our current coach's home. She’s
parked just beyond those right-hand container cranes which lie on the far side
of the Savannah River several miles beyond the marsh in the foreground. ‘Straight over there’, as they say,
There was
also a bit of history to discover. This preserve was built out of several
antebellum rice plantations. There was even one natural hammock (island-like
mound in the wetland) which had been a slave quarter. All that remains of about 40 slaves existence
here is the circular brick cistern where fresh water was stored and foods kept
cool.
We drove north
past Sun City to Port Royal where Devin and Sarah O’Rourke live. Sarah works
for her father-in-laws custom kitchen design software company online from home
and Devin is a Marine Military Policeman at the nearby Marine Air Base.
They took us
to a BBQ restaurant called simply Q
in downtown Beaufort. We had a great evening telling stories of retired life in
a motor coach, Marine life for husbands and wives, and a couple of tales out of
school on Devin’s dad. Not too bad, Brian!!
Home by 10:00pm
for blogging and a good nights sleep before driving south to Brunswick,
Georgia.
Thar be forts down there, matey.
-Ken
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