Cotton fields with factories looming in the distance at 50mph led us to a delightful old plantation. This was definitely a vacation that was filled with all kinds of “must dos” and one of those was see a plantation in Georgia. We found ourselves on this rainy day heading toward Callaway Plantation in Washington, Georgia. We were heading from the campground outside of Savannah toward home and this is where the roads led us.
We pulled in up the muddy lane past the plantation in our old RV and stopped in what we thought was a suitable area. I made Mr. Trent and I a sandwich before we got out but no sooner did I put the sandwiches on plates this wonderful woman approached the RV. She came to us from a small gift shop (general store) with umbrella in hand. I asked if we could park where we did and she said that was fine and asked if we would like a tour and I said of course as soon as we have our lunch we will be right out.
I have said this many times before but I can’t reinforce it enough that in our travels we really meet some wonderful people. We met Susannah –what a wonderful tour guide- we could tell she had a deep love for this old place and all it’s history. The structure and the furnishings were incredible, it was very easy to go back in time and imagine people bustling in and out and the soft breeze blowing through the main hall, the rustle of skirts and petticoats, and the deeper thud of a man’s shoe and maybe a cane or two. I have to say by far this is one of the most enjoyable tours we have been on and a lot of that is owed to our delightful hostess.