Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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5 Comments:You were missed! And there's a picture up on my blog just for you, and there might be another one later if I can get my camera to cooperate, but it doesn't sound like you needed it! Sounds like a perfect weekend -- I love those kind -- roaming around, stopping on a whim, wherever looks interesting. Too bad you couldn't sew in the car, huh? Here's hoping you got to knit a little! ;-) Very nice weekend - and you have ensured that you will do it again soon, to see Charleston! Hope the sewing goes painlessly and quickly this week. Your trip sounds wonderful. And so glad that you had a great time. My husband and I haven't ventured out like that yet, but I look forward to the day when we can take off like that. Oh, I am so glad you had such a marvelous trip! Those spur of the moment trips are usually the sweetest. I've always wanted to go to Beaufort (not all THAT far from here), and you certainly made it seem more enticing. I can't wait to see your pictures. Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Monday, April 03, 2006 Sheeeeeee’s Baaaaack! Yes. TheQueen returned, with her king, from a birthday celebration weekend down south. BD’s anniversary rolled around on Friday and somewhat on a whim we decided to go to Charleston, SC. We’re always saying "Oh, it’s just an 8 hour drive - we could leave late in the afternoon and get there in time for a day and a half of play." We have always said it and we’d never done it so we just up and did it this weekend. Actually we left Thursday and got home Sunday and never got to Charleston at all! We didn’t go straight to Charleston. Instead, we drove on past the turn off at Florence to Walterboro - where we spent the night. In the morning we headed to Beaufort - where I wish we had planned to go and stay all along. In fact - it is a destination in the queue for a future vacation. It’s full of come-here’s, I’m sure, but it’s drop dead gorgeous, historical, full of lovely buildings and neat shops. Small enough to walk around yet close enough to other interesting things that you could use it as a home base for side trips - even a shoot up to Charleston trip. In the bookstore we met a woman who grew up in Richmond (a come-here, but a southern come-here) and picked up a DeLorme’s South Carolina. BD wanted to see the Spanish settlement at St. Elena on Parris Island - yes, that one, the marine corps base. Historian that he is, he’s always curious about early sites - history lover that I am I am always willing to go along. The live oak shaded site along the Port Royal Sound is so worth the visit and the shy courtesy of any marine you run across on the base is so charming that they alone make the visit worth while. We spent a long time on the base, and yes - there are photographs, though they are on film and will need to be developed before I can share them. One tree so huge I couldn’t photograph it all, unless I was willing to go swimming - which, warm as it was, still did not tempt. Of course, I couldn’t be that close to the ocean without putting my feet in the water so we drove on up to Edisto Beach where - had I been wearing my swimsuit I would have jumped into the ocean. As it was, I rolled up my jeans to look just like fashionable cropped pants, and got my feet wet. How I love the ocean. Late in the day on Friday we headed up to Charleston where we found that all the motel rooms were taken - well, it was quite late - because of one of those civic events that generates bonne homme and tourism - the Cooper River Bridge Run. I am sure fun was had by all - but not by TheRoyals - who went back to Walterboro, spent the night and headed north to Pawley’s Island. We toured Georgetown, SC the next day, walking along the waterfront, peeking into little shops. It wasn’t quite as tony as Beaufort, but it was certainly lively. We also indulged ourselves with shrimp for lunch. Back in the car, BD found Brookgreen Gardens on the map and we spent the rest of Saturday there - throughly entranced by the beauty, walking till we’d explored every garden, probed every path and viewed at least 500 of the 500+ scupltures . More photos to come here, but in a few days. We spent the night in Myrtle Beach and had a good morning’s walk along the fine grained sand followed by pancakes in the cutest restaurant, all full of parrot motives and real parrots as well! The intention had been to tour Wilmington, NC, but homesickness had sprouted and the memory of pleading doggy eyes was too great a spur. We got on the interstate and, in BD’s favorite term - blasted on up the highway. We were glad to be home - well, who wouldn’t, with three sweet pups waiting to leap up our bodies, when we got there. Let out of the pen, all of them dashed out into the fields and reclaimed their property. And so. Another birthday. A happy one. And home again jiggity jig. But now you see why I was in such a snit about finishing that costume last weekend. Bah on me. This week, my evenings are spoken for. posted by Bess | 7:47 AM |
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