Savannah was a tourist trap. As I continue to find, the cities of which I was fondest on my last trip across the country are often just the places with the warmest weather. (l hope it isn’t true of New Orleans – I really loved New Orleans.) In this instance, I allowed myself to eat too much food that was bad for me, got powerfully sick, and failed to find a parking spot close to a real bathroom. It was also miserably cold, intensified by my intestinal discomfort.

No music was made in Savannah, even. A wash, a loss, a low point.

l did learn one thing: my phone battery discharges faster the colder it gets. This is getting to be a problem. Hopefully I’ll have a chance to fix it in Florida, my next stop.