You would think in the amount of time I have lived over here in this beautiful place called Savannah, I would've seen more of it. Walks in the immediate area have been plentiful...my blog entries and the accompanying photos are testament to that. However, most areas of the island have been unexplored by the likes of me. Until lately, that is.
It all started not too long ago when I talked Glenn into going for a Sunday drive. Some who read this may have seen the accompanying video I posted on Facebook using pictures I snapped during the outing. It was really nice. Situated where we are on the Atlantic Coast, there are so many opportunities to see marshland, water, docks, boats, etc. The cloud formations here aren't too shabby either. I can't think of many days where photo opportunities haven't presented themselves. It is just so beautiful here. And magical. The elements of many of my photos may be the same, but the photos themselves are not. They have their own individual scene and mood. The drive with Glenn was a catalyst. I've started going on more frequent drives. Checking out sections of our island. Discovering things I hadn't seen before. My drives aren't very long (the island isn't that big) and Glenn opts to sit them out most times, but they've been exciting in their way. And relaxing.
The majority of this portion of Savannah is homes. Neighborhoods. Not necessarily rural, but there aren't a lot of businesses. Houses and condos mostly. Today (Thursday) was a drive of about 45 minutes. Sans Glenn. I took the above photo on a small neighborhood street in an area that supposedly claims Ms. Paula Deene (msp?) as a resident. I mostly watched her show on the Food Network in the early days of its' airing, and some of the houses fit. Could be hers'. At some point her show was moved to a studio setting...apparently a number of her neighbors complained. Don't know if it was due to lookie-loos, or production staff, but...there ya go. Was hoping to see others snapping pictures of what would be her house, but no such luck. Think that's what the neighbors wanted. Not to have a bunch of rubber necking fans bogging down their streets.
I love my little drives. With each one I feel more in tune with life here. Today I took some recycling to the local dump, grabbed a paper, a mocha Frappe from Mickey-D's (yum!) and set off on my leisurely adventure. After hitting the neighborhood that supposedly called Paula Deene a denizen, I headed to another subdivision I had passed a number of times, but hadn't explored. There are a couple of small lakes (believe they're man-made) with fountains by the main entrance, so I photographed one (above). Nice neighborhood. It's pleasantly strange, but for the number of neighborhoods around here they're all unique in their way. Don't think I can really even articulate how they're different, they just...are. This is one of those cases of 'you'd have to see them to get what I mean'. This was followed by a couple more subdivisions. Lots of nice houses. The newer of the places I checked out had kind of a cookie cutter thing going on, which I don't really like, but it had lots of docks since most homes were on marshy water. The last area I checked out before heading home was by far my favorite. If I was in the market for a house, this is where I would be looking.
I was thinking about heading home when I got back to the main road that would lead me there. I noticed a smaller road directly across from me. It trailed off into a darker area. The moss covered trees were a bit denser, which made it appear moodier and more mysterious. Didn't take me long to decide to hop across the road and check this narrower lane out. I glanced at the sign as I pulled onto the street. Whipporwill Road. By the name alone I knew I was going to like it back there. As I slowly advanced up the road, the trees hung tightly to the sides. I could see evidence of a house peering through the branches here and there. The driveways interchanged between paved and gravel, and most wound off into the forest and disappeared. I was really digging it. Yes, it was a bit darker here, but not in a bad way. I mentioned back at the beginning of this entry about how magical Savannah feels. Well, that's exactly how this area felt to me. Magical. Didn't feel forboding or oppressive like some might think. About two-thirds of the way up the road, another branched off to the left, and some houses appeared. They weren't what I thought. All were a couple of stories high and were beautiful. They definitely didn't look cheap. But, none of the waterfront property here is cheap, and being on an island most homes are on water. I continued up the road and could make out the end ahead. It was a dead end. As I got closer, I noticed it lightened up a bit and all I could see were the colors of deep blue and deep green. I was approaching water. Open water. As I neared the spot and the view got bigger, it was water as far as the eye could see. I stopped at the end of the road and looked out at the beautiful scene. At home we do get water at high tides in the 'creek' out back (I've posted a lot of high tide pictures here on my blog and on Facebook), but we're on a bluff. What I was looking at here at the end of Whipporwill road was a different story. The land here is about water level. If I walked up to the water's edge, I could seemingly go from solid ground to the wet surface. It was just breathtaking. I so wanted to get out of the truck and take several pictures, but there was a house right next to me and I didn't feel comfortable getting out for a photo op since I was solo. I kind of felt like I would be intruding. So I stayed in the truck and snapped off this one photo before leaving:
I plan to return to the spot in the future and when Glenn is with me. I would love to get a few more photos of the incredible view.
So, I made my way home, feeling relaxed and more in tune with things. Looking forward to my next adventure...
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