Boone Hall Plantation, the 4th house (this time built from brick instead of wood) |
FRIENDLY, SEXY, SOUTHERNERS:
Our first full day was a Sunday and so not too many tours were open so we decided to drive to one of the more popular plantations North of Charleston, Boone Hall Plantation. Boone Hall is one of the oldest active plantations (over 320 years) that today grows fruits & vegetables for the local markets as opposed to cotton, rice and indigo for
Row of Oaks along main drive up to Boone Hall Plantation |
The plantation did a good job of mixing self guided areas with tours and performances/demonstrations to give you a better idea of what life was like in the 1700’s.
Oldest tree on the plantation, approx 300 years! |
THE LANGUAGE OF GULLAH:
Although we didn't do a tour about Gullah, we did learn from our plantation visit how it was derived and examples of what people would say. Today, if a person speaking Gullah was to recite Martin Luther's "I have a dream" speach, this is what a sentence would look like:
Ie hab uh dreem dat one uh dees ol’ day, ebby wally gwi’ be raise up, ebby hill ‘n mount’n gwi’ be mek lo’ down, de haad ruff place gwi’ be mek plain, ‘n de crookit place gwi’ be mek skrate, ‘n de glory ob de Lawd gwi’ be sho’ up, ‘n ebbyboddy gwi see um tegedduh.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.
WALKING THROUGH HISTORY - DOWNTOWN:
The following day we spent on a walking tour of downtown
Fort Sumter, located about an hour from shore, (via ferry) |
We were told if you are visiting Charleston for only a few days to plan on spending one day North of the city, one day in the city and the other South of the city on one of their beautiful beaches.
3rd largest cable stayed bridge in the Western Hemisphere, New Cooper River Bridge |
We decided instead of visiting a beach to visit a swamp, or more aptly, a wetland area. How many of us have had someone say, hey, let's go tour a swamp for fun?... Congaree National Park is a relatively young National Park (by designation) but in actuality is the oldest old growth bottomland hardwood forest in the US (bottomland meaning forests in lowland/floodplain areas).
Concerned about mosquitoes, we decided to walk the 3 mile, self guided boardwalk trail. One thing I learned was cypress knees. I had seen at craft fairs these wooden, cone-like objects, painted with some Christmas theme (mostly Santa Claus), but I never knew where they originated from. Since the wetland areas are prone to flooding, the cypress trees grow "knees" so that they can act as straws and allow the tree to breathe during flooding.
CHRISTINE THE TRUCK…
Concerned about mosquitoes, we decided to walk the 3 mile, self guided boardwalk trail. One thing I learned was cypress knees. I had seen at craft fairs these wooden, cone-like objects, painted with some Christmas theme (mostly Santa Claus), but I never knew where they originated from. Since the wetland areas are prone to flooding, the cypress trees grow "knees" so that they can act as straws and allow the tree to breathe during flooding.
Along the boardwalk |
This kind of looks like a scene from Lord of the Rings, where are the Hobbits? |
CHRISTINE THE TRUCK…
No, it's not something from a Stephen King book, it really, really happened!!! |
We had considered going on an evening ghost tour but with logistics and having Catalina at home in the trailer, we decided to forgo the idea. Little did we realize we would have our own personal poltergeist experience. That night, while walking Catalina in the campsite, I noticed our truck started up. Curious, I walked towards the truck only to find Dave standing outside beside the truck looking straight at me all wide eyed. "Where's he going at this late hour?", I thought. He wasn't going anywhere, he had heard the truck start up and came out of the trailer to investigate. I didn’t have the truck keys on me, they were in my purse in the trailer and Dave’s were in his pocket. So who started it???? Or should I say, “what” started it???
Well I guess we took this as a message that our truck wanted to go home...so after leaving Charleston, we started our way back to Texas, (with a stop here or there)...
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