Due to the unpredictable nature of flying standby, I successfully made it to Orlando from Houston, but Nicole found herself in an oversold situation on the only United flight from LAX to Orlando for the day. After her unsuccessful first attempt, I routed her through Atlanta and on to Daytona Beach, where I picked her up around 9:00pm and we drove up to Savannah, Georgia to spend the night. The following morning, we walked around the historic district for a bit, snapping a few pictures along the way.
The last time I visited Savannah was during my winter break in grad school. During that period of time, a severe cold snap hit the south and the warmest it got when I was there was a shocking 26ยบ. Fortunately this time was much more pleasant with temps in the low 70s for our morning stroll. We drove a little bit around the town and saw where Forrest Gump sat at the bus stop recounting his stories of 'Nam and runnin' and Jenn-ay. Oddly enough, we saw someone dressed up as him during breakfast at the Holiday Inn Express. I was grabbing my cinnamon rolls while I overheard a very over-the-top southern accent and just assumed this was standard for the area. I didn't realize there was a character breakfast going on behind me. From Savannah, we headed west toward Alabama. Highlights from the drive included Nicole's first trip to Chick-fil-a and . . . that's about it. It's difficult to convey just the sheer lack of anything between cities in the south. There are very few places to exit and grab food and not much to look at off the side of the road.
Eventually we arrived in Montgomery, Alabama. Why Montgomery you ask? Well, it just so happens that there is a minor league baseball team called the Montgomery Biscuits. Its mascot is a biscuit with eyes, baseball cleats, and a tongue made out of butter. While we didn't actually see a game, we made sure to pick up some much-needed biscuit merchandise. At one point we had considered spending the night in Montgomery, but the town was virtually dead. Restaurants were closed, businesses boarded up, streets void of cars. We saw a memorial for Rosa Parks, but the museum was also closed.
We continued our drive south from Montgomery through the town of Greenville, Alabama, where we were hoping to find a place to eat. The best Yelp reviews were for a bbq place next to a gas station. In person, it was a tiny shack in disrepair with a heavyset man passed out in front of it. A few of the other eating places listed were boarded up or closed. Where do people in Greenville eat? It is a question that has no answer. We continued south for another two hours until we got to the very bottom of Alabama and the city of Mobile. While outwardly, it looks like much more of a city, it too is a bit like a ghost town. While we were able to find a restaurant that was open with relative ease, the streets were pretty dead. I understand it's a Tuesday and it's not exactly mardi gras, but it would be unusual to see a car driving down the street or people out and about. I'm just not used to this sort emptiness. Even Washington, DC was more lively at night. Nevertheless, Mobile is a quaint looking town. In some ways it reminds me of New Orleans, but maybe a bit cleaner. I am glad we chose to continue driving rather than stay in Greenville for the night. It's a different world in the south.
Eventually we arrived in Montgomery, Alabama. Why Montgomery you ask? Well, it just so happens that there is a minor league baseball team called the Montgomery Biscuits. Its mascot is a biscuit with eyes, baseball cleats, and a tongue made out of butter. While we didn't actually see a game, we made sure to pick up some much-needed biscuit merchandise. At one point we had considered spending the night in Montgomery, but the town was virtually dead. Restaurants were closed, businesses boarded up, streets void of cars. We saw a memorial for Rosa Parks, but the museum was also closed.
We continued our drive south from Montgomery through the town of Greenville, Alabama, where we were hoping to find a place to eat. The best Yelp reviews were for a bbq place next to a gas station. In person, it was a tiny shack in disrepair with a heavyset man passed out in front of it. A few of the other eating places listed were boarded up or closed. Where do people in Greenville eat? It is a question that has no answer. We continued south for another two hours until we got to the very bottom of Alabama and the city of Mobile. While outwardly, it looks like much more of a city, it too is a bit like a ghost town. While we were able to find a restaurant that was open with relative ease, the streets were pretty dead. I understand it's a Tuesday and it's not exactly mardi gras, but it would be unusual to see a car driving down the street or people out and about. I'm just not used to this sort emptiness. Even Washington, DC was more lively at night. Nevertheless, Mobile is a quaint looking town. In some ways it reminds me of New Orleans, but maybe a bit cleaner. I am glad we chose to continue driving rather than stay in Greenville for the night. It's a different world in the south.
