On this rainy day in Savannah, I’m sitting here at the table in the motorhome looking out the front window watching people tear down getting ready to pull out while Dave is changing out some of our lights. We’re replacing the overhead lights with LED lights.
CreekFire RV resort is less than a mile off I-95, it seems most of the campers here only stay 1-2 days. Since part of Dave’s job here is to escort campers to their site, he gets to talk to some of the people that come here.
A couple across from us just pulled out. They’re full timers, driving a motorhome and pulling a car, similar to us. They’re a young couple that work from the motorhome. He does some kind of consulting work and she writes a blog. They told Dave they’ve completely redone the inside of their motorhome. I would have liked to meet them and get to know them a little, but they’re gone already.
The couple next to us, who are not workcampers,are here for a couple months. They’re also full-timers but are from here in Savannah. She has to have surgery and wanted her doctor here to take care of it. As soon as she’s cleared by the doc, they’re back on the road again.
We just met a woman from Ohio who is a traveling nurse. She travels by herself with her small dog and is here for a few months.
I’m watching another couple load up their golf cart. I think they’re going further south for the winter.
Dave met another couple from Ohio. They planned to travel with their friends also from Ohio. When the Ohio weather report called for a major cold front moving in the couple Dave met called their friends and suggested that they needed to go now. Since the friends said they couldn’t go yet, the couple Dave met told them I’ll see you there and took off. Their friends arrived two days later.
Another couple we’ve met here are workcampers too. Well, at least he is. They’re also full-timers. They have a son here and another one out west somewhere. We’ve only seen her once. CreekFire requires couples to work 32 hours a week in exchange for a full hookup campsite. So he’s working all the hours. (Anything over the 32 hours is paid.) They don’t seem to do anything or go anywhere when he’s not working, I asked him if they’ve toured Savannah and he said they only go to visit their son and his family whenever they aren’t working. If his son is working, he said, they just stay here.
Such a shame. There’s so much to see here. So, let me tell you about one of them, The Pirate’s House Restaurant. The structure of the Pirate’s House building now is actually several buildings put together. Inside the buildings is the oldest house in Georgia. Built in 1733, it’s a white little 2 room house with a fireplace between the rooms and a sleeping room above them. Over time this little house evolved and more buildings were added. It’s been restaurants, serving no alcohol, a ladies tea room, restaurants serving alcohol and bars. Now all the buildings are under one roof with a gift shop and dining throughout the several rooms. The location of The Pirate’s House is just off River Street. As the port became busier, privateers started arriving hoping to make their fortune. Following them, the pirates came in. This area became a very scary part of town. The owners of The Pirate’s House at that time decided the restaurant absolutely needed to serve alcohol to all these sailors coming in off the ships. The placemats at the restaurant tell the history of The Pirate’s House on one side of the placemat and on the other side, it tells about the house being haunted and Robert Louis Stevenson getting his inspiration for the book Treasure Island.
Remember, the tunnel I talked about earlier so that sailors and merchants could get up to the city? Well, the tunnel also came up into the Pirate’s House. This made it a quick route to the alcohol.
Many, many, pirates sailed into this area. And, many, many, drunk young men sailed out of this area unaware they were going to be part of the Pirate’s ship’s crew. When the captain was in need of crew members, he headed to the Pirate’s House found a few local young men, got them drunk, carried them out of the tunnel and when they woke up, they were at sea. They could either stay or swim back. Many of these men were never seen again.
Again, I have to add my disclaimer about doing your own research. This information came from the placemats, the tour we took at the Pirate’s House and some Savannah tour books. Our tour guide, dressed as a pirate, was also a history teacher, so most of our information came from him and from the guidebooks.
Here’s a few pictures and one more bit of random information. Whenever your walking on the sidewalk in the Savannah squares and the sidewalk changes to slate, that means you’re in front of a historical building.