Visiting Savannah, the oldest city in the Georgia territory established in 1733, offers a veritable shopping list of places to go, things to do and people to see. Working to keep travel expenses in line and under budget, I scheduled these two attractions on the same day because they are so geographically close to each other. It was only natural to combine the trip to visit both and save the driving and the gas. I could have spent a day on each. This Saturday, I chose these two.
|This crafted sign welcomes residents and visitors alike.|
|I only got two shots of this low-flyer before he sailed away higher into the sky|
|Out of a dozen windsurfers on the beach today, I thought this shot exemplified their fun.|
The weather took it’s toll on even the bravest of wind-surfing thrill seekers and they eventually had their fill of fun – if that were possible. I walked down the low-tide exposed sandy of the beach toward the pier. It contained picnic tables similar to a state park pavilion that could be rented for large functions. The end of the pier put you on the nose of the Titanic – if you remember that scene from the movie.
|Within minutes of actual low tide, the rocks will disappear when the waves come crashing back in.|
With the temperature in the high sixties, the wind seemed to bring that warmth “feeling” down a bit as everyone else was similarly clothed with jackets and hats. The rocks in the foreground will disappear from view as the tide rolls back inland. There was a beach reclamation project going on, which pumps sand from as far out to sea as one mile and will spread it around to reestablish the beach. Next summer’s tourists are gonna love it, I’m sure. it costs millions to do this.
As I finished my visit – due only to the fact that all parking is paid at $2.00 per hour – my time ran out after $3.00 worth. Besides, I had another venue to visit today. Here is the scene directly in front of where I parked my car. If I were a little taller, I could have shown more of the beach. I guess I’ll have to start carrying a small ladder with me.
|View of the beach from my parking spot. It was cool, but the smell of salty air drove my exploration.|
Fort Pulanski National Monument
|National Parks and Monuments always have first class signage.|
Before I went inside the fort, I took some extra time to walk entirely around the outside of the fort and was reminded that a battle occurred here during the Civil War. This, of course, was evidenced by the canon-ball impacts in the outside walls all around the south and east sides of the fort. This is where the Confederates were attacked by the Union artillery during the 30-hour attack, which eventually caused the surrender of the fort as a humanitarian concern.
|Cannonball hits on Fort Pulaski.|
As one instructional postings indicated that over 5,275 shots and shells were fired into the 7-1/2 foot thick fort walls during a 30-hour period. The Confederates were defeated because the fort had been constructed by the U.S. Army since they had built the fort were well aware of it’s weaknesses.
After I walked around the fort, I went inside and was just in time for the canon firing demonstration. In other visits to other forts, I’ve seen these demonstrations at other events previously, but I always get a “charge” out of them. I don’t enjoy the high-sulfur (rotten eggs) odor of old-time black powder. As a 20th Century person, smokeless and more powerful gun powder had already been invented and replaced black powder. Some hunters still enjoy black powder, muzzle-loading as an homage to the past.
|I just missed the fire coming out of the muzzle, but I got most of the smoke.|
|Group photo of cannoneers and a civilian as taken by the park ranger on site - a nice thing for them to do.|
|Residence of the Commanding Officer at the fort. Aides kept the home fires burning and laundry clean.|
|Enlisted barracks: Soldiers took care of themselves as best they could behind fort walls.|
|I just thought this view of the cannonade was pretty cool under prevailing light.|
|Retiring the National Ensign.|
I had taken the photos I wanted to take and enjoyed the experience. At the gift shop, I purchased my customary hat pin and some penny stick candy (now 25 cents each and stale). I already have more t-shirts, coffee mugs and baseball hats of places I’ve visited to last a lifetime, but I always want to buy something.
The ride home was anticlimactic but necessary. The day was done. Gone the sun. It was time to eat something and revisit the day in my digital images. Editing would take a while before I could select favorites to use for my blogs and which were simply documentation or other memories of the locale.