Forts.
Sometimes I begin to think this trip has been all about the Forts. I’ll miss them when I get down to Florida, or to the far west. Today I hammered out visits to the Forts of Savannah: Fort Jackson on the way to Tybee Island and Fort Pulaski on Cockspur Island.
Sadly there weren’t any alligators at Fort Pulaski. This whole trip I’ve been looking to run across an alligator on one of my nature walks and haven’t yet – one freaking snake at a distance, a couple of deer glimpsed crashing through the woods and innumerable blasted flies, mosquitoes and no-see-ums – but no alligators. I’m pretty disappointed. The last time I came to Fort Pulaski there was an alligator guarding the sally port and a thunderous rainstorm on the way back that drove all traffic to the high ground.
Oh well. They can’t all be memorable trips.
Although, I did get to see the pathetically uniformed and equipped fort garrison fire a 32-pounder gun on a field carriage. That was pretty cool. Might even have been worth the trip.
Spent the evening in Pooler, GA thinking I might do the Mighty 8th Air Force museum tomorrow. But doubt it.