A well deserved zero called for in a well deserve place.
Savannah was, to be honest, not on the top of my list of places to see, not like cities like Seattle and Vancouver and San Francisco. But upon following the Spanish moss all the way from South Carolina to Georgia, I fell in love with the light that falls between the leaves and the branches and the way they sway in the wind. As you approach the trees it seems as though the moss is draping downward but as you move around it from different angles you catch the way the wind pushes it gently in one direction. Not a bad place to feel inspired by nature and the magic behind the stories that come from this beautiful city. Movies or books like Forrest Gump and Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.
The Spanish mossy oak trees line boulevards like 37th street, and connect the grid of the city to different parks and plazas. There is a total of 22 plazas, each spread out evenly throughout historic downtown, a block or two in size, which allows you to walk from one plaza to the next through different neighborhoods from the beautiful homes around Forsyth Park to the small and hidden cafes and bookstores.
The beauty of a place like Savannah isn’t restricted to the confines of the city however. One cultural difference I learned about on this trip, is America’s outlook on cars here in the south vs in major cities. You all know the stereotype. Big trucks, gas guzzlers, the constant need to buy the latest and greatest and biggest. I always viewed cars as a selfish act of commodity, anywhere you get to in your car, I can just as easily get to in a much more sustainable way. Any groceries you can fit in a car, I can carry on the bike. But there is something to say about the freedom of a car that is unlike anything else.
Savannah’s proximity to equally as magical places such as Tybee beach, and it’s ease of accessibility via motor vehicle changes ones perspective growing up in a place like this. Within 30 minutes, you can get between the bustling bar scene of downtown Savannah to the serenity of waves, the softness of the sand and the night sky, something not quite possible in a bigger place like NYC. What this does is it challenges people to explore the outdoors and, hopefully, have a better understanding of the fragility of nature.
I’ve been thinking about this lately, because, the more time you spend on the road on a bicycle, the more you begin to appreciate the comforts of air conditioning and leather seats…good thing I have a leather saddle.