Having skipped Savannah on our way into Florida, we decided to check it out on our way out. By this time we were pros at cancelling and rearranging campsites all over the south (Hubby figures we'll get blacklisted at some point, but until then....), so, atlas in hand, we headed out, planning to camp just outside of Savannah and tour it the next morning.
We never really make any solid plans for the road itself. We just go with the flow.
Lunchtime approached and I began to watch road signs and the atlas for likely stopping points. We got off the highway to check out an antebellum plantation only to discover the road there was hopelessly under construction. Back on the highway I saw a billboard for Skipper's Seafood. It sounded promising, and there was a marker on the map for a National Historic Site nearby.
Signage is quirky. You get off the main drag, and there's a sign pointing to the right. You go a couple of miles, and the road ends in a T. Left? Right? Well, the fort is to the right, so lets go that way. We crossed a river, realized that there was no civilization in the swampland on the other side, and crossed back.
The park rangers gave us directions to Skippers - we'd driven past it twice.
It looks like a log. But it has eyes. It was our only live 'gator sighting. We ate his cousin for lunch, with a side of excellent crab stew.
Completely satisfied with our odd historical tour (and our lunch) we headed in to set up camp. 'Gator- and 'skeeter-free camp.