I’m tenting, so no pictures are available yet. I didn’t take many anyway

It took a long drive to reach Beaufort. A bridge was closed and detour signs were deceptive. In any case, though the town has beautiful mansions and lots of history, frankly I wish I’d passed on it. To get to the historic section I had to negotiate the single commercial road. Savannah’s mansions were better. And the history isn’t heartwarming. Beaufort was, by its own admission, the central hotbed for secession.

I went right through Charleston, having been there before. My goal was to hit Georgetown and then get a cheap hotel in Myrtle Beach. But I stopped at Buck Hall Recreation Area for the view and immediately changed plans. My tent is feet from the Intercoastal Waterway. Nearly empty campgrounds.

So it was a short day.

Oh. Historical markers. South Carolina kindly puts up signs advising that a marker is approaching, but seems to have taken down the markers!  This happened four out of five times. The one that was there was 50 feet from the road and had a fence encircling it. Very weird.

Ironically, I spent twenty years supporting Parris Island Marine Corps Air Station, but never visited and never really knew where it was. I know now.

It might rain tomorrow.