Back at the tropical ranch, our routine is beginning to settle in somewhat. Still lots of chores to do but we can take our time. We have lots of that. The best part of the day is morning coffee time when up to join us for a cup of joe. It is so good to be back with our friend again. Art was the overseer of our RV while we were with our family up North. He did a super job....just like everything he does to help all of us out. We are all family....thats what Art always says. We say hes The Godfather to us all. He took a picture of one of the empty sites in the Sandcastle area. You can get an idea as to what it looks like now. Rumor has it that they are bringing in new cottages to fill in the empty sites. Time will tell.
Another special treat at our morning coffee was when Ray joined us. He has been through a lot of health issues this past year. He has rallied around proving you cant keep a good man down. He walked from his Sandcastle over to our RV site.
He does better than me....remember I can only manage about 9 yards! It was wonderful to have him join the 4 (Lulu was there, too) of us. Just like old times. He told us how The Golden Corral (the trough) is handling Covid and social distancing. Glad it is open. Ray and Sara are faithful attendees at this restaurant. We love seeing Ray....and Sara, too.
Cory is a happy guy. Nicki Jo advertised she was selling her small Blackstone griddle and Cory raced over and bought it. Let the grilling begin. He has wanted to buy one so this is perfect. Thank you, Nicki Jo. Gather around for breakfast everyone...
Now, as promised, this blog is following on the heels of the one I just published. If I included them all together, you would be reading for a week straight. Thus, I am spreading them out for So begin scrutinizing the next episode of our travels south.....
Start! Our third mini vacation stop was in Savannah, Georgia. We had never been here before. It was a challenge driving through this new city but Driver Cory
got us to the Riverfront area. Here we rented a room at the Cotton Sail Hotel for 2 nights. And then the fun began. It was a great hotel....we were on the 4th floor but ground level to the front street. We took an elevator down to the bottom level where we found the river walk street. So many restaurants and shops to check out. Lulu rode in her carry bag with her head poked out so as not to miss anything. By now, both my knees were squealing in pain. You would have thought I had a ventriloquist dummy hooked to my legs from the screams and from my knees. People looked in awe! I used my cane but even then it was not pretty. We ate in a delightful restaurant at their outside seating. We looked at all and they looked at us. Lulu gave a few fellows one of her winks.....she can be trashy sometimes. We do have to rein her in. We came upon a fellow offering free tickets to the trolley and big paddle boat. Yeah....right! Theres nothing free in the world anymore. But we listened to his spiel. Sure enough, if
we go to a 45 minute presentation in the morning, we get these tickets free.....saving $140. What the hell....were retired....lots of time to do nothing. Before turning in, Cory and Screaming Knees(me) and Lulu go to the Top Level Bar at our hotel. Great view! Nice, very nice.
Morning came and we trotted ( I dragged) off to the presentation a few blocks away. Wait! One block away, I noticed I didnt have my mask. Healthy Cory ran back to the hotel. Lulu and I sat on the park bench with the rest of the homeless people. We fit in nicely. My knees throbbed and Lulu stared at everyone. We finally reached our destination and entered the big waiting room. There we sat on the big red couch....past the time we were supposed to suffer through the 45 minute talk. Of course, I spoke up and questioned the guy behind the desk why we had to wait. Dont worry.....it has actually started while you are sitting there. Whaaat?? Somethings screwy. Another couple is waiting with us.
