After interminable hours driving northbound on I-95, Savannah appeared as an oasis to us, brimming on the edge of Georgia marshlands. 

We sprung from our cars and dropped our bags in a suite at the Olde Harbour Inn facing River Street. This lovely hotel can trace its roots to 1812. The staff was courteous and helpful but the accommodations would not be worse for wear if renovated.  (It should be noted the rooms are quite spacious for large families and include a useful kitchenette.)

Thankfully, I was told after the fact that Olde Harbour Inn is also home to a cigar smoking ghost named Harvey. I am grateful this small detail was shared after we left. Otherwise, I would not have slept a wink the night we spent there. 

January 9, 2010