No one was up this morning including the sun, when we pulled away and it was C.O.L.D.  Actually, 57° is a great temperature for riding, it was just cooler than we were used to.  Sunrise was beautiful, setting the Spanish Moss on fire and slowly warming the fields. This part of Route 17 parallels the interstate, so the road was relatively quiet with an occasional log truck for company.  In fact, we rode past The Smallest Church in America, but had to do a quick turnaround for a photo; even includes a bell tower.

An hour later we stopped for breakfast and ice for our water bottles, just a few of the many amenities our motel last night did not offer.

Trees lined the road into small towns with an occasional creek (pronounced crick) crossing.  The creek beds were made of muckity muck and guckity guck, apparently a ripe breeding ground for bugs, that greeted us every time we stopped; we kept that to a minimum.

Thirty miles of peace and quiet and then a busy road joined our route, adding another lane, a shoulder for us, but a lot more traffic.  One hundred miles of riding in Georgia and we see our first bike lane.  With a little more riding comfort,  we were able to snap a couple pictures,but the lane did not last long. The direct sun had gotten hot and our approach to the city included bad roads, a narrow white line and four overpasses, taxing our tired legs.

But finally we were off the busy road and in neighborhoods.The shade of Live Oaks welcomed us into Savannah but sightseeing would have to wait.  With a day off tomorrow, we checked in and cooled off from our 55 mile ride.

We are staying on the riverfront in the Historic District of Savannah, so dinner was an easy stroll on pretty streets.  More sights tomorrow, but must post this World War II Memorial.

Looking for some chocolate to finish the day, we found the prefect answer!