We had a five-hour drive from Dallas. As we approached the coast on a freeway, a heavy rainstorm hit, making the road barely visible. Hank slowed to 40 mph and flipped on the four-way flashers. The road was straight and flat. There was nowhere safe to pull off the road with the trailer. So we plodded ahead nervously. After about 10 minutes, the rain lightened up.

After fueling up at a gas station along a two-lane road, we were hit with another downpour. This time, we did find a parking lot to pull into. We noticed a deep puddle on the roadway that passing cars plowed through raising a four-foot high rooster tail.

Luckily, by the time we arrived at the campground the rain had paused, allowing us to set up camp without getting soaked. That respite was not to last however. We had a downpour that flooded our campsite with a puddle that nearly reached the bottom step of our trailer. We thought we might float away overnight. Hank was planning how he might dig a trench to drain the pond in the morning. When we opened the door in the morning, we were surprised and delighted to see that the earth had soaked up all the water.

We drove a half-hour into downtown Savannah to visit a Pirate museum and a Prohibition museum. Both were fascinating – chock full of photos, stories and artifacts. Savannah had a significant history in both eras. We learned a lot. And we enjoyed cocktails at a speakeasy at the Prohibition museum.

Strolling around town, we enjoyed a lunch that included shrimp, grits and greens. We walked along the Savanna River waterfront and got some good pictures of historic architecture.