As usual there were 2 good options for heading out of town. One took the main bridge out of Savannah which crossed the Savannah River where it was wide and because of it being a port meant the bridge needed to be tall for boats to go under. Although it was not recommended there were stories of people online doing it without any major problems. The other headed further up the river and crossed it where there was minimal river traffic and so a much lower bridge. I was leaning towards the first as it was a few miles shorter but C’s dislike for bridges combined with the advice from Gregg and his colleagues the night before meant we took the detour.
The detour was a prettier option, going over swamp lands and roads that were not as busy outside of one small detour due to a road closure. Crossing the Savannah meant that we had got through Georgia in 3 days. It’s not that it’s a small state, but it has a short coastline and gets much wider out west.
The road we took after entering South Carolina was called Alligator Alley and it looked like there were alligators in the distance, but even with C’s 21x zoom she couldn’t get a clear picture. A pair of binoculars would have been useful, but we were pretty sure that we were right.
The first thing I noticed upon entering SC was the coolness of it’s state flag. It has the same blue as a background as is in the American flag with a white palmetto tree and a white crescent. I like the simplicity. Apparently the tree was put in to celebrate it’s use in the American Revolutionary War. The logs are soft and so would absorb the impact from the cannonball rather than smashing.
Until we got close to our destination, we had a positive view of SC. The roads were not too busy, and the drivers were fine. That all changed when we got close to the bridge that took us over to Hilton Head, a pretty expensive and supposedly beautiful resort island. The drivers were, to put it politely, impatient morons on the whole. We got more verbal and aural abuse during the 90 minutes or so we were riding there than in the whole 2 weeks before. I ensured C went up front so I could sit close behind and further out to force traffic wider.
While we were riding along I said that I was hoping this person would be awesome because otherwise I’d be sad. Having to go through such terrible traffic and actually not be any closer to our destination of Walterboro than when we left Savannah would have been.. frustrating. Thankfully, she was! We arrived at Cherie’s place and made ourselves at home until she got back from work. As soon as she arrived she got out some salsa that she had handmade the night before and I had to resist the urge to chow it all down, especially when she and C went out to the police station and grocery store. On our ride in we had found a wallet on the floor but didn’t know where the station was to hand it in so they worked on that out while I worked on the blog.
Cherie’s friend Karen, a yoga instructor, came over and showed us some poses that we should be doing at the end of the rides. I took a video to remind us of them and her advice when performing each one. After stretching it was time for dinner, the highlight of which was a tofu chocolate pie covered with a pretty obscene amount of squirty cream. Yum.