St. Patrick’s Day Away

HR and I live in Savannah, home of one of the country’s largest (and rowdiest) St. Patrick’s Day Parades. We live directly on the parade route, which sounds terrific, and I suppose it was for the first couple of years.

But the parade (and even the days before) soon became somewhat of a headache, at least for us. Very party-oriented folks heavy drinking, property destroying.

So anyway, Robert and I get out of Dodge for a few days.

This year, we escaped to Magnolia Springs State Park and one of their cottages, a couple of hours north of us.

We didn’t have a parade, but we did have peace.

And color.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day … Night 2026.