Isle of Hope and Wormsloe

First of all, today is my birthday. 33 seems old, so yuck! I would like for each and every one of you to come help me paint my bedroom this weekend as your birthday gift to me. No? Some blog friends you are!


Get ready for the biggest photo display yet. On Saturday afternoon we drove down the most idyllic street you have ever seen. It was on the Isle of Hope. You drive down this barely paved, single lane, winding road. On one side is the river and on the other side are these magnificent homes. Each home you pass is more breathtaking than the previous one. I would gladly move into any of them! Each house has a dock, so they just walk down their exquisitely manicured front lawns, out their white picket fence gates and cross the street to reach their docks. I tried to leave some of my photos out, but they are all so lovely it was hard! Here is a great sampling...

Hello? Are you still there? I figure that there is either a fair chance that I have bored you to death, or you are now packing your things and heading to the Isle of Hope!

After driving through all of this amazing scenery, we headed to Wormsloe Plantation (or Wormslow, I've seen both). This is one of those places that there really are no words to describe...

The Entry Gates...

Anyone know how to photoshop those abominations called signs out?

Now here is one that I've done some tinkering with...

Hold onto your socks people, 'cause this is what it's all about...

This is like Oak Alley (Louisiana) on steroids (only no lovely house at the end). This Live Oak lined drive is 1 1/2 miles long. Have you seen this before? Are you envisioning Forrest Gump running until his leg braces fall off? This is where that was filmed.

Another Edit Job...

Warning: Do Not Go to Wormsloe to see the plantation house. As the informative sign (above) says, there are only ruins of the Tabby structure.

The way that this is set up is that you drive to a horrible modern looking museum and then walk to the plantation ruins, the marsh lands, the old burial ground and the colonial village.

Here is a photo of us all on the journey.

Shortly after this photo was taken we started hearing shots that sounded like a cannon firing or something which led me to exclaim, "The Yankees are Coming!"

Turns out that I was in the wrong era...

It was just this guy and his musket

After hearing the musket being fired (so loud and very smoky...the above is a demonstration of "flash in the pan" not a firing), and each holding the musket (they are heavy folks), we headed out to view the marsh.

Someone had the bright idea to climb out onto a Red Cedar tree to try and get better photos, but I won't say who...

Wait a minute!

Do Not Try This At Home...In a white coat!

I didn't intend my graceful moves to be caught on film, but I think my friends wanted photographic proof in the event I fell into the mud and sunk in quicksand or something!

Then I figured out there was a marsh overlook for easy photo-ops!

After we were finished at Wormsloe, we headed back to Savannah and went to dinner at The Olde Pink House

It was so pretty...we sat in the upstairs

My "medium-well" friends were kind enough to tolerate my eating the "Cold Rare" steak at dinner (wonderful)! It probably grossed them out!

Jenn and Suz each ordered one of these pretty desserts.

I had this chocolate concoction and in the little cup was Strawberries Romanoff.

Stay tuned for the last day of vacation posts tomorrow...