Day 12

Left the motel and headed for old town Savannah. It was spared during the civil war by the north when the wealthy residents paid off the union soldiers. Very pretty oaks and magnolia blossoms, went down to river street. Two hundred year old cobble stones placed by farsighted drunk workers. Honda riders found the vibration scary and annoying. Harley riders didn't notice a problem.

Headed north into the storm as it turned out, some rain but nothing we couldn't deal with. Stopped for the night in Myrtle Beach it was getting dark and stormy, ended up sixth floor room on the beach for under 80 bucks. Diner in a nearby pub was excellent.