“And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been."
Monday, December 31, 2018
Cheers to the New Year!
Saturday, December 29, 2018
The Winter Beach
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
The Christmas Lights
The traditional mansion is one room deep along its length, with a central hallway at the entrance. It was built in the mid-1700s for John Trapier, who began his career as a merchant in Georgetown, supplied the army during the Revolutionary War, and became one of the wealthiest men in the colony. He moved to Charleston and gave the house to his aging and unmarried daughter to enhance her marriage possiblilites. It apparently worked as she landed a good husband shortly thereafter!
I don't believe I've ever seen the inflatable Peanuts gang portraying the nativity before!
one giant tipsy snowman (I believe he's been sampling the peppermint schnapps 😁) swaying on the lawn, being watched over by two very interested reindeer from the porches!
The Writer has done his shopping (he settled for a tropical Santa Christmas tie, thank goodness!), the cards are written, packages wrapped and mailed. In a couple days we leave for Christmas #3 with my daughter from Germany (she's coming to the US, we're not going to Germany -- this year) and Christmas #4 with my mom.
Saturday, December 15, 2018
A Little Bit of Christmas
Mason was the only one brave enough to play in the ocean. The rest of us were sitting on the beach in sweaters, jackets, and long pants.
Friday, December 7, 2018
And the Answer Is ...
The landing above from my last post was built specially for canoes, which, if you've carried one, you know are awkward and heavy to transport. You can just place your canoe on the rails and slide it along beside you up or down the ramp to the water. Wow, I could really appreciate that technology!
The old Duluth packs were heavy before you even put anything inside and items like pots and pans dug into your back with every step you took. Those of us who carried these wore one of the big packs on our backs and our personal pack on the front.
Monday, December 3, 2018
The best time for hiking in South Carolina is late fall when the bug population is less aggressive, and the heat and humidity somewhat tamed. The longest trail in the Palmetto State is ...
which stretches 500 miles from the Blue Ridge Mountains, through forests and swamps, through Awendaw just down Hwy 17 from us, to the sea.
We were inspired by a Department of Natural Resources employee who gave a program at the library. About our age, he had recently completed the 500 mile hike by hiking 2 or 3 day sections over a period of two years. We loved his stories and fantasized about doing something similar ourselves.
While that remains a fantasy, on a recent November Sunday we visited a section near the southern finish of the trail in the Francis Marion National Forest.
This section follows Awendaw Creek. The wide path winds along a rice dike (a walkway created by slaves for transportation of rice from these old rice fields) and makes a turn to the right to follow the tree line at the top of the photo above. It follows the dike to the Intracoastal Waterway, where it turns north into the woods, then south again to a pretty national forest campground, a distance of four miles. (See the moon way up there, at 1 o'clock in the afternoon?)
It was so absolutely still and peaceful, even the birds were completely silent. The day was warm and the sun heating the pine needles cushioning the path sent up a glorious perfume with each step.