|Pier-side view of the Savannah River Bridge|
|Chart House - now a restaurant, but historically the oldest masonry building in Georgia.|
|Another view of the ballast stone paved roadway along this busy trade center.|
When I started my self-guided walking tour of the area, I actually started at the other end of the street. There to find a statue of “The Waving Girl”. Perhaps you’ve heard of this girl in some literature of the old south. Perhaps some writer borrowed the story and changed the circumstances somewhat, but here is the true scoop.
|Statue of Florence Martus - the Waving Girl|
About this time, I noticed one of the tour boats was heading this way from upstream. I took a bunch of photos as it approached trying to get that perfect shot – kind of the precursor to the Mark Twain days on the old Mississip feeling, but different. As the ship got closer, I heard the music loudly played over their P.A. systems as they played 1970s disco music. I soon lost all imaginings as I discovered it was not a stern-wheeler, but diesel powered. Throw in the 70s music and all I got (in my mind) was several snapshots of a multi-decked tourist boat. No illusions of ruffle-shirted gamblers or painted-ladies in hoop-skirts and big hats.
|Multi-deck Riverboat - all aboard the "Disco" party-barge. (yeah, Disco music)|
|Two Riverboats docked along the new section of the Wharf.|
Tourists love it, but I’ve been on them before. Gave it a miss this time. (See my Orleans trip.)
The real treat (for me) came as I approached this tall ship. I’ve always wondered where all those ropes went and why they needed so many. It takes a lot of tedious study to understand that every rope goes somewhere and is needed exactly where it is. There isn’t much left over, either.
|The good ship "Peacemaker" docked in Savannah giving below deck tours.|
Losing the photographic light and having miles to drive back in time and back to camp, I decided to leave. One rule I usually try to abide is to never leave the same way I came in. I makes sense to me to be able to see it all that way. The sign said, “Historic Steps – use at your own risk”. I wouldn’t have it any other way. How many thousands upon thousands of people must have taken these steps from the docks area to streets above over the years and through the centuries? I was but one more, anonymous and unremarkable citizen, but this small experience seemed special to me.
|Historic Steps. A sign said, "Use at your own risk." I did. I was fine.|
Addendum: I'm not reposting these in their original order. More to come.