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The one where we run out of daylight because my husband won’t stop talking.

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Next to the cypress wetlands was the Port Royal museum. We love small local museums run by resident volunteers and always try to support them when we can.

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This local didn’t share any history with us, but he was all about a good neck scratch.

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Not St. Augustine, Florida.

Nope. That’s a common misconception. The Spanish actually settled Port Royal first, but it was abandoned a few years later due to lack of funds.

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This museum was tiny but filled with interesting things.

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Megalodon teeth… that you can apparently scavenge for on local beaches. Sign me up!

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15 million year old clam? That too.

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The docent had absolutely no idea what this was, but I’m there for it as well.

We’d had a busy day, and since I had one more waterfront walk on the schedule for the late afternoon I tried to hurry the husband along.

I think you can guess how that went.

Just when I almost had him out the door, the lovely lady who runs the museum suggested he might want to look at some military photo albums donated by a resident.

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Yes, they were interesting.

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Filled with heart warming pics…

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As well as the horrors of war.

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Most were taken during WWII and Korea. And while I appreciated her sharing them with us, I wasn’t as thrilled with the hour long conversation that followed.

Vacation time is limited!

Schedules must be kept.

As the sun was going down, I finally dragged him out of the building and we headed for the boardwalk.

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Tiptoeing through the seagulls we made our way forward.

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It’s a popular fishing spot next to the marshes and offers a long stretch of easy walking with a viewing tower.

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Of course it was getting dark and the wind had ratcheted up to a howl which made it less than comfortable.

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We only climbed to the first level of the three level tower…

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The higher you went… the stronger and colder the winds. One quick picture and I called it good.

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The sun was setting and we needed to get back on the road.

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As you can see, our giant rental beast dwarfed all the other vehicles in the parking area.

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Good bye Port Royal…. it was swell.

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The cypress wetlands.

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After that lovely meal we were ready to walk off some poundage and in the Port Royal area there’s nowhere better than the cypress wetlands.

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The entrance is literally right in the middle of town and the boardwalks put you right in the thick of it.

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I was excited to see a gator.

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And as we started our stroll, a local woman passed by assuring us wide eyed Yankees we would see some.

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Off we went through marsh and swamp and cypress… eyes peeled for alligators.

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Not quite.

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A third of the way through? A viewing platform.

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Which the husband took full advantage of, but left reptile bereft.

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Egrets and herons were abundant.

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Yeah, yeah… so you keep saying.

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As we hit the halfway mark the trees were draped with that lovely moss so evocative of the Deep South.

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I tried for a mossy selfie but my arms aren’t long enough to capture much background.

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There were some fabulously gnarly trees above and beside us …

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And at times it felt like the forest primeval.

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How cypress grows and roots in standing water always amazes me.

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There were signs everywhere saying “Don’t Touch The Trees!”

So of course…

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There’s my husband, touching a tree.

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On the home stretch, there was a boardwalk right through the wetlands.

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With a sign about alligators.

Which was actually spot on….

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Because we finally saw one lounging on the opposite bank with a bevy of turtle friends.

Score!

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As we were leaving I spotted an unusual stationary alligator.

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He was wire framed and filled with trash.

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An excellent visual on why you shouldn’t litter.

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Cypress wetlands, a great place to stroll.

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Hushpuppie-ing my way through the south.

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After our trip to Parris Island we were hungry and headed for a delightful little town called Port Royal.

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It’s quintessentially southern with brightly colored cottages…

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And marvelous moss draped live oaks.

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It also has a seriously good waterfront restaurant called Fishshack on 11th Street.

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The views were lovely…

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And though we had planned to eat inside,

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When we saw there was an outdoor bar we changed our minds.

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A freshly muddled pineapple mojito served in a pineapple shaped glass?

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Don’t mind if I do.

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Jalapeño hushpuppies? Yes please.

Husband opted for tomato basil bisque. At this point the live music started and damn it, they were playing my song.

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Since we were in the south…

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Chicken and waffles for the husband,

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And an absolutely scrumptious shrimp burger for moi.

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In Maine a shrimp burger is just fried shrimp on a roll, this was more like a crab cake and I swear I could eat one every day.

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Any place that allows cuties like this to join you for lunch is alright with me.

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After our meal we took a walk on the pier.

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Hoping our travels would bring us back this way for another nice meal.

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😊

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