Savannah, Georgia: my gray world vanishes

Some day I’m going to get off the interstate in West Virginia and soak in the beauty of the New River Gorge. That being said, the interstate there is about as most beautiful as your standard interstate can be.

We spent the day, pedal to the metal, 500 miles on a tank of gas, bombing though the Appalachias, munching on Rochester-made tuna-walnut sandwiches and nut-chex crunchies, again listening to “Reality Is Broken: Why Games Make Us Better and How They Can Change The World.” Makes us want to buy an X-Box and enter Paradise via Halo.

But meanwhile, we’re ensconced in our Fairmont Inn room, stuffed with a fine dinner, ready to relax.


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3 Responses to Savannah, Georgia: my gray world vanishes

  1. Did you wave hello as you passed through NC? 🙂

  2. Absolutely. If we’d been on the other end of the state we’d have looked u up!

  3. Definately Susan. If you come back this way let me know.

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