Salvation!

I thank you all sincerely for crying into your beer. You can stop now. It all turned out okay. At 8pm the night before we were supposed to leave, Andrew managed to make the car work. We madly bought groceries, threw a tent and blankets and random objects in the car, and left early the next morning.

And it was so worth it. Savannah was exquisite. Every few minutes I would exclaim, "It's so lovely" and it really was. The azaelas and tulips were blooming, the trees already had leaves as green as new peas, and the Spanish moss hung, as it always does, gracefully. The weather was warm enough for spring clothes, and in the evenings while camping, it was a balmy 50 or 60 degrees. Last year we went camping during spring break in the mountains of Virginia and it was so cold I didn't pour the olive oil on our food, I spread it on. In comparison, only having to wear a hat and a single sweatshirt to bed is quite comfy.

More on the wonders of Georgia soon.