Returning to The South Carolina Low Country

 

We certainly can't go to Europe every year.  

Sadly, can't take a Viking cruise every year.

But, we CAN plan a get away a little closer to home fairly often.

And neither of us have to ever said no to a little time at the beach.

So, back to the magical Low Country we go.

Donald was not able to go with me when I went this past October, but he and Annabelle will be going along with me a little later in the year.

 I'm excited.

SO excited to have this little get-away booked and sharing some of the Low Country magic with Donald.

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Tuesday - Home, and what I brought with me

 Home.  ❤

776.2 miles (roundtrip) and 7 days later.

I'm home.

Someone once said, "there's no place like home."

Dorothy, honey, you know it's the truth.

https://introvertdear.com/news/why-theres-no-place-like-home-for-introverts/

The long drive home from St. Helena Island to Meat Camp was approximately 341 miles, and with a few brief stops to refresh my weary bones, took me about seven hours.

It's been a long time since I did that sort of drive alone.

Usually Donald does the driving.  He enjoys driving.

Me?  Not so much.

Although, driving long stretches I do sort of slide into a Zen mode which is good for thinking and reflecting.

I had lots to reflect on driving back home to The High Country after my week in The Low Country.  These two areas could not be more different.  They both have their own essence of nature and character.  Their differences are sharp, crisp, and in some demesne, quite stark.

After some time to ponder my week in order to form words coherent enough to put to paper, I'll share my thoughts.

In the meantime, I'll do what I do here so often and share some images.

I am like a lot of people when it comes to traveling; I pick up souvenirs.  Things that hold particular meaning and remembrances of the place of origin.

Images embedded in my mind of the experience.

Of the culture

Of the people trying their ever best to save pieces of their culture that are in danger of disappearing.

And while I bring home memories important to myself,

I hope I show respect for the cultural integrity of The Low Country in my photos and in my words.

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Let me never forget

Monday, my final day, in The Low Country

 

My last day at MarshSong began, as usual, with coffee on the porch with Moonpie.

And a few of the local deer, which are all very petite.

Then I drove into Beaufort and did a little exploring.

Then a visit to The Pat Conroy Literary Center and  a very special private tour with Kathy Conroy Harvey.

And then a tour of St. Helena Island with my hostess, Mary Ellen Thompson.

https://explorebeaufortsc.com/haunted-beaufort-st-helena-islands-chapel-of-ease/

https://explorebeaufortsc.com/the-vanishing-praise-houses-of-st-helena-island/

I think I may have mentioned the magic of The Low Country.

You just have to be open to it and it will find you in its many different forms.

The day ended with a little "do" in my honor hosted by Mary Ellen and Mike McFee at Mike's lovely home.

Marly Rusoff, me, Mary Ellen Thompson, Candace Hanau

Me and Barbara Donahue

Kathy Conroy Harvey, me, Casandra King Conroy



I'm working on a piece about my visit - please check back



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