Arrived this afternoon in Savannah, Georgia. As a surface-dweller, an aviation-challenged non-flyer, we arrived by car. This eastward trek marks the tenth or eleventh time my long suffering but good natured wife has endured a cross country drive. I'll admit, sometimes the tedium of the never ending amber waves of grain punctuated by slow motion, mist shrouded high-speed truck races in the rain can cause the neck muscles to tighten. However, you do get a feel for, and appreciation of, the life lived by folks in other parts. This time we took the far southern route east and we've had good visits with friends in other parts on this trip in Southern California, Arizona and northern Florida. For the next week or so, we'll be taking in the beauty and history of Savannah and Charleston. We've been treated to copious rain since we left Baton Rouge. Hopefully the weather will extend some southern hospitality and clear up so we can get out and see something to photograph. Fingers crossed and umbrella's up.