Best Of Savannah, GA

Gorgeous Savannah, Georgia – A City of Parks

Ft. Pulaski is on Cockspur Island, East of the historical downtown Savannah. It was constructed by orders of President Madison as the main defense for the best Savannah River, Ft. Pulaski (called after the Polish hero of the Revolutionary War, who lost his life at the Battle of Savannah), was considered cutting-edge for military defenses. Seven and a half foot masonry walls had the ability to hold up against anything the opponent might toss at that time. Before the US Federal government could occupy the fort, Georgian militia moved in then handed the fort over to the Confederacy after Georgia seceded 6 months later on. The union had a brand-new innovation, the rifle cannon. It took only thirty hours to breach the walls using this new kind of weapons. Canon balls are still inserted in the walls. The cannon balls breached the walls. The next volley would have struck the powder magazine. The commandant raised the white flag.

The fort is an architectural marvel.

The walls are freestanding with masonry arches as the structure and the roof. The attached pictures do not do justice to the appeal of the fort. The essential lesson to be gained from visiting this splendid fortress is that nothing constructed by a guy is indestructible. For every defense, a new offensive weapon is developed to penetrate. This relates, not just to military matters, but likewise to matters of human nature. Just think the effect of love and generosity has more than the long haul versus any psychological defense. Robert E. Lee designed the outlying battle works for the fort.

Even More East is Tybee Island. The island includes the oldest and tallest lighthouse in Georgia. The island likewise has more parking meters per capita than anywhere else. If their main industry is tourism, they have a strange method of welcoming them, even in stormy weather.

Walking the fort and driving during a rainstorm stirs up the appetite.

Where does one eat when on the Atlantic coast? At a crab shack, naturally. We found one, appropriately called the Crab Shack, which was crowded. Our cravings overruled our desire to stay dry. When the rain lessened a little, we slogged through the ankle-deep puddles to the restaurant. We needed to wait for a table. However, the wait was well worth the time. The food was massive, tasty, and reasonably affordable. The environment was akin to Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville.