Where was I last week? It’s a long story…a sixteen-hour car ride story, but I’ll
condense it. We took a road trip to
Charleston, SC for, well, I’ll call it family business. Mission accomplished, we
put on our rally caps and did what three self-respecting tourists with less
than twenty-four waking-hours together in a city must do. We visited an island, took a carriage ride, walked
through the market, strolled the waterfront, stopped for a drink, went out to
dinner, and toured a plantation before two out of the three of us flew home. Out of all of that, this is my favorite
picture…the view from an original 1740 window of Drayton Hall, a “stabilized”
(not renovated) plantation on the Ashley River.
Less than a week later, I can assure you that sixteen hours in a compact car is entirely too long, but
twenty-four hours in Charleston is way to short. The good (?) news?
We’ll be doing at least one, but likely two, return trips.
Can anyone explain to me why shrimp and grits never made it north of Virginia? I feel cheated.
