Rolling into Savannah: Pools, Pints & Perfect Company
- 1nonblonde
- Apr 28
- 3 min read
March 2025: Week one of our Savannah stay is officially in the books, and let me tell ya - this adventure had it all: sketchy roads, lazy rivers, Irish bars, and a surprise friendship twist I didn’t see coming (and no, it wasn’t caused by a Guinness).
We kicked off our Savannah chapter with a Harvest Hosts overnight stay at Blu By U Blueberry Farm in Jacksonville, FL. Now listen… the name might be cute and all, but our entrance was more "Jeep off-road challenge" than charming farm experience. Picture this: muddy tire-swallowing ruts and narrow paths that felt designed for toy cars. I white-knuckled it the whole way in, convinced we were about to star in the next season of RV Road Fails.
Once we parked (and emotionally recovered), we got to exploring. The blueberry bushes were there, but let's just say they were more ambitious shrub than fruitful bounty. Not quite pickin’ season yet, but we held out hope and wandered on.
The adorable little farm store was packed with locally-sourced goodies—jams, honey, pickles, sauces, and more. Naturally, I left with things I didn’t know I needed but now can’t live without (looking at you, blueberry jalapeño jam).
Beyond the berries and the boutique, the farm had a small fishing pond for guests to cast a line, a giant bonfire pit that doubled as a statement piece (seriously, this thing looked like it could signal Batman), and a petting zoo filled with the cutest collection of goats, bunnies, and other fuzzy friends. I may or may not have bonded with a particularly moody llama—no regrets.
It wasn’t your average overnight stop - it was muddy, quirky, and full of unexpected charm. Perfect way to shake off the highway before diving into Savannah.
Then it was on to Creekfire RV Resort in Savannah, GA. Many days you could find us hopping between the heated main pool (aaahhh) and the non-heated lazy river. Shout out to the hot tub for saving my circulation.
When we weren’t floating around or sipping bevvies under the awning, we were zipping around the park like e-bike royalty - around the lake, through the wooded trails, and past enough decked-out RV setups to give us campground envy. The trail was surprisingly peaceful, except when I nearly ran over a squirrel because I was too busy filming an “artsy” reel.
One of the highlights of the week was taking the trolley tour of historic downtown Savannah. I’d heard about the charm, but seeing it? Wow. The architecture is a southern dream - stately mansions, cast-iron balconies, Spanish moss doing its best impersonation of mood lighting. We stopped at the Prohibition Museum (which was both educational and full of very drinkable historical accuracy), passed by so many charming Squares we lost count, and refueled with lunch and a pint at Wexford Irish Pub - because hydration is important, especially when it’s Guinness.
We wandered through Colonial Park Cemetery which, in classic Savannah fashion, is beautiful and haunting. There’s just something about ancient headstones under draping moss that makes you want to whisper everything.
The week ended on a high note - Savannah’s legendary St. Patrick’s Day parade, made even better by reconnecting with Claudia McGee and Chandler Bailey, two transplants from our Fort Collins days. I’d originally met Claudia through a mutual friend, the fabulous Dawn Duncan, via the live music circuit in FoCo. Claudia was that girl - you know, effortlessly cool, the kind of person you always spotted at shows, dancing like she owned the rhythm.
Thanks to our tickets to the Kimpton Brice Hotel’s St. Paddy’s Pool Party, we scored a prime parade-watching location - seriously, we were living our best green-beer lives. The tickets included a BBQ lunch, an open bar, and (most importantly) access to real bathrooms, which, during a city-wide street celebration, is basically VIP luxury. Nothing says “seasoned partier” like knowing where the clean toilets are.
When we met up in Savannah, I expected fun, but I didn’t expect instant soul connection. Turns out, Claudia and Chandler are the kind of people you laugh with until your sides hurt, have real talks with over cold beers, and already start planning future meetups before the current one ends. Our St. Paddy’s Day shenanigans sealed the deal - we didn’t just find party buddies, we found forever friends.
So yeah, week one was a bit of everything: soggy starts, sun-soaked pool time, trolley rides through history, and new old friends. We’re already feeling the Savannah magic… and maybe just a little addicted to the lazy river life.
Until next time -
Cheers!
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