Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy

After a relaxing couple of days just beachin' it, we decided to give 'er and head as far north as possible. To break up the drive, we stopped in Savannah, GA. Super nice southern town that actually has a bit of a Portland feel, likely due to a well-respected art school being located there.

The whole town definitely looks like the "Old South," what, with the mossy trees and all. Here's Taylor in front of some civil war relic or other.



I was too hot to stand still. I probably just completed a stunt of epic proportions that Taylor was too slow on the draw to capture for posterity.



A house!



When we left Savannah, we had plans to take two hour shifts. Instead, Taylor got drunk, fell asleep, and I drove until four in the morning. I listed to Steve Martin's autobiography "Born Standing Up." Not so bad.

I went to sleep here for a few hours:



There was a guy leaf blowing the parking lot all night, and it is my opinion that he spent the majority of the evening 2 feet from my door.