Back at the end of February while we were visiting Savannah, we followed up our morning visit to Historic Wormsloe plantation with a trek out to Fort Pulaski National Monument, on US 80 between Savannah and Tybee Island. There must have been some sort of special weather pattern while we were there because the fog or marine layer was really pronounced, especially when near the marsh, rivers, or ocean. You will see what I mean in all the photos!
On the Isle of Hope, about 8 miles south of Savannah, we explored a Georgia State Park historic site that is well worth a visit.
I’m interrupting the infrequent posts flashing back to our 2018 adventures to share a current stop in far southeast Georgia.
We came to Crooked River State Park, on the St Marys River, a couple of days ago. We spent those days working on a coach issue (currently in workaround), and a tow car issue (part on the way), and today we went touring.
In late August 2018, a long-time friend of Jerry’s, Pete, and his wife Cathy came to visit us in Estes Park from the DC area. Pete and Jerry had visited the Estes area 40+ years earlier, so it was a bit of a nostalgic visit for them both. We were so grateful to have so many dear friends and family visit during our time in Estes Park…hopefully sharing our experiences there ensures those visits will continue during our 2019 stay as well! 🙂
I promise, I will get back to the last part of the Utah trip, as well as, finish my Colorado posts, but before that I want to share a cool place we discovered on a day trip to Austin earlier this week. It is perfect for a photo-filled blog post created on my phone.
I am interrupting my three-part series about our long weekend adventure to Utah to bring you a near-real-time update. I will pick up later and finish all the posts about the fun we had this summer…soon! We left Estes Park, Colorado, and Rocky Mountain National Park on Monday, and suffice it to say, we are sad about that! But this last week and the whole summer has been magical. I will try to share the feeling here.
Waaay back in the middle of August (how can it be the middle of September already?), Jerry and I were itching for a motorcycle ride. There was an ulterior motive for my dear husband, which will reveal itself later in the blog, but generally, we just wanted to get out there, see some beauty, while running up some miles. Since we are fortunate enough to still be here in Northern Colorado, we had endless options for spectacular scenery.