Before we left Savannah the day after my birthday, we swung by Wormsloe Historic Site because god forbid I visit Savannah without snagging a picture of this iconic sight. We tried to go the day before with Octavia but it was closed and Henry’s suggestion of, “Just take the picture through the gate” wasn’t a winner.
Apparently, you have to pay to enter the park, but the part of the road I wanted a picture of is like RIGHT THERE. So we parked at the entrance and Henry hissed, “Take the damn picture!” I had to step around a sign that said a bunch of words about visiting the information center to pay before taking a picture.
Ugh, I hate breaking the law. Henry made me do it!
I took one picture and then fled back to the car. Chooch couldn’t believe that I actually took a picture without him in it.
“Yeah but it’s Wormsloe. I didn’t want you to ruin the picture,” I said, casually shrugging him off.
Shortly after this, we began our drive home. While stopped in Orangeburg, NC, I made Henry pull over so I could take pictures of Chooch next to a corn field. Because these are things that I want to do while on vacation.
Chooch of the Corn.
This was actually when we were driving in circles, looking for a post office and Henry wanted to kill me and dump my fat body in that corn field over there. Imagine the creepy corn mutations my rotting corpse could potentially create!
Octavia talked about corn mutations when we were hanging out with her.
I will always think of her when corn mutations come up in conversation. :(
SHE TAUGHT US SO MUCH!
I’m almost finished writing about the trip, which I’m happy about, but it’s making me miss it even more! It was a good one, that’s for sure. Just not long enough.