It took four and a half hours to go from near Savannah to Albany. I breezed along the back roads, going through lots of quaint towns. (I love to do that because people always stare and point at me. Do you ever feel like someone is watching you?? But I get used to all that fame.

I think one day I should be in a parade, like a big Mardi Gras parade! No papier mâché floats for me. No sir. Just Abby in all her finery. The real thing. Uh, oh, where was I?…)

Anyway, I tooled around Albany until Saturday when I went to Chehaw Park for The Society for Georgia Archaeology Spring festival. Here is a picture of it.

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I got to see all sorts of people making pottery and stone tools and baskets and things the way Native Americans use to do thousands of years ago.

It was pretty cool. Except I feel sorry for all those people in the past who didn’t have buses. My great-great-great granddaddy was a wagon and he got pulled around by a horse. But that was back in the day. I, however, am very independent since I have my own eight-cylinder engine. (After all, who wants to follow behind a horse all day, if you know what I mean.)

I like to learn about the past, but I sure wouldn’t want to live in it all the time! Archaeologists have the right idea, it’s much more fun to study it than to live it.