Ran in a half marathon. Hotel was right next to the start line, so we rolled out of bed a little before 7 am and joined the corrals. We finished in 2:41– impressive considering the lack of training.
Ate lunch at Vinnie Va-Gogo’s in City Market—great pizza and salad.
After lunch, we decided to take a tour through one of the more famous homes in Savannah, the Weed-Sorrel House. The home is supposedly haunted. Our docent was a well-read, intelligent man who was obviously a history buff. He smoothly moved through the rooms, describing the architecture, helping us understand the family, creating a picture of what life would have been like. 
In the basement, where the slave quarters and kitchens were kept and where the Haitian slaves would likely have had voodoo ceremonies, he talked about the ghosts briefly—two children who died there of yellow fever, and a black man who liked to stand in one corner. I was glad to be visiting during the day—I shivered to think of being there at night…
We walked back to the hotel, s-l-o-w-l-y, and then rested up a bit for our big event, the ghost walking tour. 
We met at Colonial Graveyard at 8 pm. Our ghost guide was a storyteller, which I loved. It was the whole reason I was enthusiastic about the tour. The only problem was that he was hell-bent on convincing us that the dead walk all over Savannah. “I’m not saying it did or didn’t happen,” he said OVER AND OVER, “I’m just saying it’s a lot of trouble to go to if it ain’t real.” 
We stopped in front of one boarded up building, and he told us our digital cameras could capture “orbs”—spirit energy. I snapped away. There were plenty of things floating around up there that I could only see with the camera. I’m not saying it was or was not an orb, but here are the pics. I got several orbs in one shot, and the entire group begged to see my pictures. Who knew I was a ghost-hunter? All in all, we heard some great stories, but I am glad I didn’t get really scared… I couldn’t have run away if I tried…post-half-marathon- legs and all. 