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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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!
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.