This story starts where the first in this series of Spring Break adventures left off, in Savannah GA.
The family and I had just left Bonaventure Cemetery, and were headed towards the beach, a short 30 minutes drive away. A drive that would take us 3.5 hours to complete.
Why? Cause... squirrel.
The squirrel in this case was a bridge we noticed in the distance. It was a pretty bridge, but it was off over yonder, past the city. So we decided to track it down and get a good view, so when the map said to head east to the coast, we headed west to track down the bridge.
So as we drove we quickly ended up in downtown Savannah. As is inevitable travelling with wifey's and small kids, the need for a potty break soon arose. So we decided to make a lunch stop, found a place to park, and hunted down a restaurant.
They served wings. Win!
After lunch we decided to continue our bridge hunt on foot. So we walked around. Along the way we ran across a horse drawn carriage that offered tours. The lady who was operating the carriage gave us a good deal on a ride, so we took it. 30 minutes later, and our heads full of newfound history of Savannah, we were no closer to finding our bridge.
However we did not need to take it, for over our shoulder yielded this view:
Hey look, a bridge! We found it!
Victorious in our quest, we stopped to take in the sights and sounds of the waterfront. I noticed these tug boats steaming up river, which seemed relatively scenic, as well as industrially nautic.
... after all, we have a beach to explore.