Savannah History 7/31/2017

Just after we arrived at our campsite yesterday, I stepped out of the RV to check on our position relative to utilities. (It is important to make sure that the water, sewer and electric site connections are reasonably close to the RV connections.) Within a minute of my exit, my feet felt like they were on fire. I looked down and  then saw the problem: a fire ant colony occupied the corner edge of the concrete pad on which our picnic table rests. Fortunately (??!!) I only got about 15 bites on my feet. A call to the campground office brought someone who doused the area with ant killer.

Today, after our usual leisurely morning, we set off for Savannah. Our first stop was the Owens-Thomas house, an elegant residence built over a 4 year period and finished in 1820. Our tour guide highlighted many of the home's unique features like an incredible trompe l'oeil  ceiling in the sitting room, a beautiful geometric design amber window in the dining room,

Owens-Thomas House: The design in the wall above the table is cut into the wall and faced
with amber glass to allow more light into the room. The effect is stunning.
The table below was made for the space and is original to the house. 

and brass ornamented stair rails. This home had running water and flush toilets in 1820! We thoroughly enjoyed this tour.

Our next stop was Telfair Academy, within walking distance of the Owens house. It is a former mansion (across the street from the birth home of Juliet Lowe, the founder of the Girl Scouts), now an art museum. It was built 1818-1819.  We were fortunate to have the docent there all to ourselves. She gave us a personalized historical tour of the house/museum. This was originally a family townhouse that became a free art museum  in 1886, one of the first 10 art museums in America. There are some unusually shaped room here: an octagonal drawing room, a round-ended dining room, and a long drawing room with rounded ends.

Next up was the Jepson Center, a contemporary art museum across the street from Telfair Academy and opened in 2006. I must confess, I am not one who "gets" much of contemporary art, even with

the explanations of the artists' intent.Much of his art leaves me cold: a painting of a parquet floor, an installation of multiple TVs running videos of a woman expressing emotion, paint splashed on a canvas etc, etc, etc.

From Jepson, we headed back to the RV for a glass of wine (now

permitted for me now that my kidneys are behaving well), as we relaxed on a perfect evening.

Fort Frederica 7/30/2017

Heading north towards Savannah, we stopped at Fort Frederica National Monument on St. Simon's Island, a place that preserves the archaeological remnants of a fort and town built by James Oglethorpe between 1736 and 1748 to protect the southern boundary of the British colony of Georgia from Spanish raids. In 1742, the British successfully repulsed the Spanish from invading the island. From then on Spain ceased to be a threat in the area. By 1758 Fort Frederica had been mostly abandoned. What is left of the fort has been excavated and marked for visitors to explore.

Since we stopped here on our way to our campsite in Hardeeville, SC, we drove to St. Simon's Island

Street in St. Simon's Island

in the RV.  Like Jekyll Island, the streets are lined with old gnarly live oaks that create a living tunnel through which to drive. While it is truly lovely, the tree trunks and branches looked to be very close to the street and very low-hanging, making the drive to the fort in the 12-foot high RV an interesting one.

As usual, the National Park Service has done a wonderful job laying out the Fort's history and explaining its importance. We spent several hours strolling the grounds and learning about the Fort and its people. We spoke with a historic "interpreter" dressed as a colonist of the Fort's time period, who showed us many of the rudimentary but useful tools the colonists used in their daily lives there.
We found her inside a thatch hut, a common first dwelling at the fort when it was settled. As we were

talking, we heard a rattling from the palmetto leaf roof of the hut, that turned out to be a swarm of hornets. This was probably not an uncommon occurrence, even back in the 1730s... The woman was dressed in a long dress and hat that were typical of the time period. With temps in the high 80s and low 90s, with high humidity, I asked her if her garb was uncomfortable. She remarked that she was "soaked".  How easy it is to forget the trials and tribulations our forbears went through to settle this country.  More photos here.

We thoroughly enjoyed our time here, and then set out for our campsite in SC.

Just a little adventure: Jekyll Island 7/30/2017

Faced with the prospect of a couple of weeks without a doctor's visit or test, we decided to set out on a little RV trip.

Our first stop was Jekyll Island, off the coast of Georgia. The island was developed in the late 19th and early 20th centuries for private vacation homes of wealthy American businessmen and was evacuated during World War II by order of the US government. In 1947 the state of Georgia acquired all the property, for security and preservation.

We weren't prepared for how absolutely scenic the island is. Huge live oaks dominate the island, and line the streets, arching over them. Dripping with spanish moss, they give the island a lovely "southern country" feel. If you didn't know it, you might not think that this is an island off the Atlantic coast.  Even though Jekyll is a state park, because of its unique origins, there are private homes here, most of which are located on the island's interior.  From a conversation with a few of the island residents, we learned that all the land is leased from the state.

We were surprised to discover that the beaches were quite muddy. The water  at the southern end of the island (Glory Beach) was cloudy with sand. And the beach at Great Dunes was fouled with what looked like dirt. When we emerged from the water there, our lower legs were covered in dark brown crud. Yuk!

The bike paths that circle and criss-cross the island look like a great way to explore when the weather is cooler.

The power of personal contact 7/6/2017

I had a regularly scheduled follow-up appointment with the rheumatologist yesterday, which I used to discuss the issue of continued care without Medicare's final decree regarding payment for services. My rheumatolgist doc (RD) told me that there are strict Medicare prohibitions to taking money from Medicare  patients while a claim is being handled, and severe penalties for fraud. We had a good discussion regarding the possibility of having my hematologist take over infusions, and follow-up care. After all was said and done, he agreed to continue rituxan infusions, with the proviso that if, for some reason Medicare denied coverage, he would bill me. (He couldn't have made that decision a week ago???) At any rate, I'm not sure whether my considerable sales skills 😉 convinced him, or whether I just appeared incredibly pathetic, but he agreed to continue infusions this week and next.

I am also elated that my prednisone dosage will be substantially decreased over the next several weeks.

I see an RV trip in our future....