It was still drizzling when we pulled out of Blythe
Island. The “condo” was covered with
soggy yellow pollen and thick drips of tree stain besides all the splattered
mud. The easiest way to get from
Brunswick Georgia to Charleston SC is to get in line with all the roaring semi
trucks on busy I 95. Once parked in
Lake Aire RV Park and Campground just outside of Charleston SC, H promptly set
to making his filthy condo shine once more.
It took lots of elbow grease, simple green and polishing compound! I had to check all our past blogs to see
when we were last at Lake Aire and Charleston – it was last year! With all the rain that has been released
from the heavens lately – the serene little lake has a good supply of water
now. And the gaggle of Muscovy Ducks
still make their daily rounds! Our
neighbors across the muddy path are from McClure Ohio but originally from West
Toledo and Point Place areas! They have family in Bedford! AND - - H’s grandparents bought their home
on Wilkens Rd in Whitehouse Ohio from Gary’s grandparents back in the early
30’s! Talk about the world getting
smaller!
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| Fort Moultrie |
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We found a wide cement pier that stretched
out into the fast moving river and rested in the shadow of that tall graceful
river crossing. The pier was lined with
plenty of benches and sturdy railings to lean on for the best views of the city
on the other side and a closer look at the USS Yorktown, the aircraft carrier
that was first in line at the navel museum!
One of the informative signs on the pier told of an old sunken hull of a
cement passenger vessel that sank in 1926, refloated in 1929 and moved to its
now final resting site. On our drive
back to the campground we saw sunshine – the first time in days!
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| Battery Park |
The weather promised to be warmer so H extended
our stay one more day so we could venture back down to historic
Charleston! Because the Portabote is
still strapped to the top of the truck, parking in a garage was out of the
question. Parking on the street at a
meter was impossible but we did manage to find a spot in Battery Park that was big
enough for us! And FREE! The park was cool to walk thru because of
the overlapping branches of all the ancient old live oak trees and the breeze
that came from the waters just beyond the tall sea walls. The grand stately gorgeous 3 story homes
will never fail to amaze both of us.
The amount of wrought iron! The
colorful collections of flowers and hedges that divide each tiny enclosed
yard. The tall spires on the churches
and even the steps by the curb where ladies entered their carriages in days of
past glory. We walked from Battery Park,
up the 8 –10 blocks on Meeting Street to the city market and then back along
Church Street and even thru the French Quarter area.
Wandering thru the narrow, sometimes one way, sometimes
cobblestone streets in the truck with those big wide side mirrors was a
challenge as we tried to maneuver out of the old part of town and back to the
busy traffic of modern day Charleston.