How Thick Are Your Walls?

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. When we travel, we learn. That’s one of the great things about traveling together. We all get to go places that we may have normally not known about. It’s not like all places worth visiting are on tourists maps, or even recommended by others. Sometimes, when you think you see something interesting, stop. Even if it’s just a marker on the side of the road.

Boy Person said that when he was a kid, his family used to stop at many roadside attractions when they traveled in their RV.

These places were good spots for lunch and to have a sandwich. At least that’s what Boy Person’s dad, Wild Bill thought. And as we started traveling, Boy Person said he imagined us stopping at many places like that too with a sandwich. I’m always up…or down…for a sandwich! Who isn’t?

So yesterday, we went out to explore the area of St. Marys, Georgia. We saw a sign for something to do with history and I wasn’t that excited because it wasn’t a peanut butter museum. But Digby was excited because it had to do with sugar! It was a very old sugar mill where they used sugarcane to make syrup. It had been there a very long time.

Girl Person explained that long ago, the walls were built very thick with a material called tabby.

We read about tabby and how its made. The persons said tabby is a type of concrete made by burning oyster shells to create lime, then mixing it with water, sand, ash and broken oyster shells. Tabby was used by early Spanish settlers in present-day North Carolina and Florida, then by English colonists primarily in coastal South Carolina and Georgia. Like here at the sugar mill plantation.

The walls were built very thick in order to keep the heat in to make the syrup better and easier out of the sugarcane. Many people had to make the tabby buildings. Many of these people were not treated fairly or nicely. Many did not come there by choice. And this made us sad. History has a way of doing that too. That’s maybe why some people don’t want to learn. Because you see, if we learn, that makes us more aware and gives us a responsibility to change things and acknowledge things. But we have to. It’s not right to just appreciate the beauty of things left behind and not appreciate the people who were there too.

This building may be in ruins, but the beauty is still so obvious. The care and skill it took to make it lasted all this time. But are all walls good? What about the ones persons put around them?

Maybe they are trying to keep things or others out to protect themselves or because it’s just easier. Maybe they have walls about the past. Maybe they want to keep things in. Maybe they think that if they don’t deal with something, it’s not there.

That’s another thing about travel. It makes those walls come down. You realize that even roadside stops like the tabby ruins can teach us about ourselves and respect for others.

Just like Boy Person’s family who stopped for the little places along the way, stop and think how you can learn about others, and therefore learn about yourself.

We are here in this Georgia place until Monday! Where will we go next? Will the Big Blue Treat Wagon cooperate? Stay tuned!

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

The Sloth. Is. Arrested.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  I don’t keep secrets, so allow me to tell you this right away.   It is hot as the kitchen at IHop (not IHob thanks to me).  It is as hot as a frying pan full of bacon at Granny Person’s house back in the day.  It is as hot as Sheriff Brickle’s attitude.  And all of this hot makes me tired.  It makes me sleepy.  It makes me want to do less than I normally do, which is less than anyone.

After being so hot and so tired, Girl Person thought it best that we take our exercise in shifts.  We get up early and hike a little bit.


Then we come back and eat breakfast.  Sometimes we even have pizza.  Brickle really likes that.

Then we take a nap in the air conditioning which is thankfully still working.  (Keeping my paws crossed).  Then we go back outside, take another walk, get another snack and take another nap.


Now.  Some persons would consider this a luxury… to be me.  And I get that because you have to work at places that maybe you don’t want to work at.  But don’t think for one little moment that I don’t go to work.

Don’t misunderstand the above schedule to mean that I don’t take my job seriously.  Especially when part of your job as Deputy is keeping the trails safe.  From.  Giant Ground Sloths.  Giant Ground Sloth?  You heard me.

It’s probably not something that you would expect to encounter when you are in Savannah, Georgia.  But Girl Person explained to me that one was found here at this park.  Yes, here.  At this park.

And when I heard that, I knew.  If I wanted to keep my title as sloth around here, I had to pawtrol the trails to make sure that there were none of these sloths left here.


It goes without saying, but I will say it, that there are a lot of things to watch out for on the trails in the middle of a summer heatwave in Georgia.  Snakes, alligators, more alligators and Brickle’s less than pleasant attitude which will bite ya.  But I never thought that I would have to look out for a sloth.  Girl Person told me that the Giant Ground Sloth lived here long, long ago.  She said that he did not want our camping spot, and that he did not want my pancakes.  Brickle doesn’t care if he takes his pizza though.  She said that the Giant Ground Sloth they found here at the park probably really liked his time here.  She said that he probably had a family like us and liked to eat treats like us and he liked to go on walks like us.  And I thought about that.

Some things, people and creatures we hear about and we learn about, but do we really think of them as being real?  Or do they seem like fiction to us?  It is easy to not view something as important when we don’t think about what they used to be like and the sad part of them not being here anymore.  Yeah, the Giant Ground Sloth.  He lived here once.  He didn’t even have to buy a Georgia State Parks Pass to get in.  And he was here long before there was even a nearby city of Savannah.

Places that you visit are more than what the guidebooks tell you.  The reality of the past is that animals and people called it home long before it was popular to go there.  When you travel, it is up to you to put down the books that tell you where to go, close your eyes and imagine.  Imagine the ones that were here long ago that others have forgot about to go shopping.  Imagine the ones that were here when no one else was.  Have respect that one day, you may not be here either.  Don’t you want someone to remember you on your favorite part of the earth?


Once upon a time there was a Giant Ground Sloth in Savannah, Georgia.  And once upon a time, there was a Deputy Digby Pancake in Savannah, Georgia.  We both thought we had all the time to be here in the world.  When one day, we will both wish for one more time.  One more time to walk these trails and be a sloth.

Yes, some may not think of the Giant Ground Sloth when they think of Savannah.  Some may not even think of me when they think of pancakes.  But I aim to change all of the above.  After I take a nap.  I will have one eye open though.  You never know if the Giant Ground Sloth is going to come back.

You may wonder.  Why though is the Giant Ground Sloth arrested?  The sloth is arrested for not telling me where his giant pillow was at.  Or his giant bed.  Or his giant breakfast.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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