Down for a Roadtrip? Maybe one that heads towards the southland? If so I have one little piece of advice for you: “be prepared to deal with the dead.”
That is- if you believe in ghosts, which I do not…but a certain significant other does. And that’s why we landed at The Marshall House, a wonderfully old hotel located in downtown Savannah.
Marshall House
The hotel is totally haunted, according to several “Most Haunted Places” lists. And my girlfriend.
Apparently due to the mass graves from the civil war, you walk over approximately one civil war era skeleton every two feet in the historic district. Since the Marshall house was converted into a hospital during the civil war, its extra creepy. Despite not getting much sleep, it was quite the trip. Savannah is a beautiful place. And the Marshall house is an incredible hotel. Incredibly haunted. I swear I have never been so frightened. I kept imagining a limbless war veteran staring at me from the dark corner of our room… and that was enough to keep the tv on all night.
I read a great article a friend had lent me from the Conde Naste Traveler Book of Unforgettable Journeys called “Sipping it Slow”, which put us in the mood for sure. We enjoyed playing tourist for a couple of days, although avoided hopping on any of those tour buses. I am sure it would have been informative, but I just cant get on a tour bus- it just feels weird to me.
To be honest, we did get snaked for $20 to see three rooms inside the Sorrel-Weed House, another haunted jaunt.
As a first time vistit to the south I think we got a feel for the slow southern vibe… which i miss already. Breathing in the fresh southern air… and grits… and lowcountry broil, crawfish and crabs.
- Us with Paula Deen. The cardboard cut-out version.
Boy I am getting fat. see some photo’s (not of me eating fried seafood, i promise.)
