When my husband suggested that we detour and add an extra hour onto a 700-mile drive, I was not enthusiastic. But it turned out to be a good idea. From Atlanta, we followed, more or less, Sherman's March to the Sea. (Only without quite so much of a scorched-earth policy.)
And arrived in Savannah.
Oleanders in bloom
Savannah River Bridge
I think, "Colorful shop entrance."
Hubby thinks, "Copper drainpipe, you don't see that much anymore."
Red boy, green hat
I only wish we'd had more time there.
Near the beginning of the route we took from Atlanta, five generations and 142 years ago, one of my ancestors was captured at the Battle of Jonesborough and sent to Camp Douglas.