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Thank you South Carolina… and the journey home.

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We woke up on the morning of the 8th day and had to say goodbye to our palm trees.

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Vacation was officially over and though I didn’t want to leave quite yet…

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We headed to the airport in Charleston, enjoying a few final glimpses of the South Carolina low country.

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It looked like the buzzards had lined up to see us off…

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But they were just having breakfast.

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Yes, my last image of Edisto Island was a carcass. Bet they don’t highlight that in the tourist brochures.

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We relinquished the giant rental vehicle… me quite easily – the husband with pangs of regret…. and began the long haul to the terminal. Seriously Charleston, could you put Avis any further away? Damn.

You’ll notice the husband is lugging both of our suitcases because…

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Yes. Mine might have been a trifle overpacked…. but it’s still rude of the airline to advertise the fact. Luggage has feelings too.

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Goodbye South Carolina. We enjoyed our visit immensely.

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Washington National Airport…

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Where your dog has a rest room too.

And apparently a fire hydrant.

We had two hours to kill and opted for lunch at PF Changs. We don’t have them up our way and I wanted to try it.

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One tasty Asian pear mojito in…

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I was questioning this man’s seating choice.

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I don’t care if there’s a heart, it’s still the business end of a very large horse.

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One horrible chicken lo mein and one even more horrible beef fried rice later, we vowed not to eat at PF Changs if they ever do make it up our way. Blech.

In other news, the flight to Maine did not start smoothly.

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Because of course, out of all the seats on the plane… my husband’s had to malfunction. The cushion was basically free floating and not attached to the seat frame at all. Every time he tried to sit down it just slid out from under him.

This delayed the flight a good 45 minutes while we waited for the maintenance people and did not endear us to our fellow passengers. After another 20 minutes of tinkering by the repair guys?

Velcro to the rescue.

I kid you not.

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An ignominious end to an otherwise delightful trip.

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At least it wasn’t duct tape.

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Saying goodbye to the boneyard and quirky Edisto.

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Thought I was done with the Boneyard Beach photos?

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Almost…

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I promise.

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But who could resist framing their spouse in driftwood?

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Making our way back to the path, I snapped my last photos.

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And my husband joined in the odd shell placement tradition…

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Trying to balance one on the sign.

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Success.

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Exiting through the marsh …

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We climbed back in the ungodly expensive rental behemoth…

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Of which my husband had become entirely too enamored.

It was late afternoon of our last day of vacation so we took a leisurely drive around Edisto Island and enjoyed some of its quirks.

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No one knows who erected this odd marsh angel but apparently she changes with the seasons and has become a local favorite.

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This is the only acceptable answer to the question what do I do with dead palm tree stumps?

Hula girls, that’s what.

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We drove past this native while on the main beach road.

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It was a wonderful sight so I made my husband turn around and circle by him twice to ensure decent photos.

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A poo covered jacket seems a small price to pay for such a beautiful friend.

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This bottle display is an old Gullah way of driving out evil spirits. They have to be blue, but sorry… for the life of me I don’t remember why. The Clemson tiger paw is a modern addition.

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Remember the herd of tiny deer we saw every night? I wondered where they could possibly live in so busy an area…

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The answer was our resort’s golf course.

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Where they clearly didn’t read the sign.

😉

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Do you think the other trees are jealous?

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When you’re in Edisto Beach, South Carolina one image looms large.

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It’s the one lone tree that stands in the surf at Boneyard Beach in the Botany Bay preserve.

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Admittedly it’s a fabulous tree.

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Silhouetted against the sky…

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All by it’s lonesome surrounded by plouffe mud.

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It’s certainly the most photographed tree there.

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But it does make me wonder if the other trees feel left out.

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No one prints postcards of them…

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And some of them are fabulous too.

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Such a strange and amazing place.

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I never would have thought dead trees could be so appealing before visiting here.

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But they were.

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And as much as I would have loved to spend the entire day here, our last few hours in South Carolina were running out and we had to move on.

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Past some live trees that were decorated with shells.

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Shelling amidst the bones.

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Walking the relatively treeless section of Boneyard Beach, it was all about the shells.

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All the beautiful shells it was illegal to remove.

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So of course most of them were perfect.

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It was hard not to slip a few into my pocket.

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There was no one around and they were so pretty.

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But I chose to do the right thing and did what others do.

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Found a perch and left my favorite (look at those colors!) for future beach walkers to enjoy.

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And then it was back to the trees.

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Those marvelously twisted…

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Skeletal trees.

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Needless to say it was against the law to remove the driftwood as well.

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A driftwood selfie was the best I could do.

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❤️

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Bones, burls, swirls and above all… wood.

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Yes, it’s another photo filled post of Boneyard Beach at Botany Bay preserve.

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I’d say I can’t help myself, but I could. I just don’t want to.

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We loved this place and I want you to love it too.

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It was truly one the weirdest natural wonders we’ve ever explored.

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The husband insisted I take this next picture.

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Clearly size is important to men.

Some of the wood was gnarly, some dried out and some twisted.

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But this piece was marvelously swirled.

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As we walked farther down the beach the trees were really piled up.

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Each weirder than the last.

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As we rounded a bend we found areas where shells had been strategically placed.

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It’s illegal to collect and remove things from this beach so people get creative.

It’s a wonderful way to conserve the beauty but this treeless stretch had some amazing shells that were hard to leave behind.

My husband, not caring about shells… found something else photo worthy.

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I can’t imagine why.

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🤣

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More of Boneyard Beach

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I wouldn’t be lying if I told you I took hundreds of pictures of this beach during our trip.

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And while I promise I won’t share them all…

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I am going to post quite a few.

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It was just that good.

The trees.

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The sky.

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The shapes.

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The weird and wonderful sculptures of nature.

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I see a person running here, anyone else?

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❤️

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A boneyard with no bones.

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Day 7, the last full day of our southern anniversary vacation started like the previous 6… with a card.

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This trip was our gift to each other so I opted for a card a day instead.

I’m thoughtful that way. 😉

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It also started with the malfunction of my very last can of (the now reformulated and totally awful Aussie instant freeze… may a pox fall upon their houses and render every last one of the executives bald) hairspray.

Oh, the horror!

With my drastically unsecured hairdo, we headed out that morning to buy a thank you gift for our neighbor who was caring for Lord Dudley Mountcatten in our absence. On the way out of the store I chuckled at the appropriate license plate of the elderly owner.

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And speaking of moss…

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We decided to make the most of our last day and return to the Botany Bay preserve to fully explore Boneyard Beach at low tide.

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Passing under that gorgeous canopy of trees again on the way in.

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It never got old.

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Our previous two trips to the beach were shortened first by loss of daylight and then by rising tide.

We hoped for better viewing this time.

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I know the pictures don’t do it justice…

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But you have to trust me, this place was amazing in person.

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Even with bad hair and high winds.

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The skeletal remains of all those trees made it feel like another planet.

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Or maybe this one after some kind of Planet of the Apes scenario.

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Look…

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My husband smiled, so you know it was special.

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I swear if I lived in this area I’d be here everyday…

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I needed a day, but only got an hour.

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Time was ticking away and before we knew it we had less than ten minutes left on the measly hour allotted us to tour Fort Sumter.

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The views from the top of the old battery were the best.

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So I raced around snapping pictures.

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The famed 200 pounder.

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Dashing down the stairs as they gave the five minute warning for ferry departure….

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We didn’t have time to do anything but a quick run through.

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I’m smiling, but I wasn’t happy.

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Too much to see, too little time.

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Didn’t have time to read any of these so I took pictures for later.

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I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I was to be rushed through a historic site I’ve read so much about.

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And as much as I’d like to recommend the trip to other visitors, I can’t.

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We didn’t walk the outside the Fort, or the parapet, or the rocks and the beach. We didn’t check out any of the interior spaces at all.

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I didn’t mind paying the $37 per person ticket price.

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But I did mind spending almost as much time on the boat as we did at the Fort.

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Boo to that.

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Too much history, too little time.

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I’m a history nerd buff with a specific interest in the Civil War and was really looking forward to exploring Fort Sumter.

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But there was a problem.

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The only way on and off the island is by ferry and even though it was the slow season and there was just one trip a day from Patriots Point? Our time limit was an hour.

60 measly minutes wasn’t nearly enough and to be honest it ticked me off. I understand during the tourist season they have to move as many people on and off as they can, but with only one lousy trip scheduled in the winter you’d think they would allow us more time… but no.

This meant kicking my husband into high gear and almost jogging around the fort to make sure we saw it all. No lollygagging and absolutely no chatting with strangers!

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This is the old battery that they’ve turned into a museum… so we started there.

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The Fort as it looked pre Civil War.

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During the war…

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And after.

The museum itself was small, with lots to read but very few artifacts.

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But a Civil War toothbrush? That’s history nerd buff gold.

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I won’t bore you with a lot of history but this was especially poignant to me.

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Those Who Would Be Free
African-Americans and the Fight for Fort Sumter.


Thousands of African-Americans were involved in the Civil War, either by force or by choice. The South used slaves as laborers at war points within the Confederacy. The North enlisted more than 170.000 free men of color in the Union Army. These willing soldiers saw action in virtually every theatre of the war, including Charleston.
As soon as war commenced in 1861, slaves were gathered from Southern plantations and sent to such Confederate strongholds as Fort Moultrie and Fort Sumter. Amid the chaos of battle they repaired the forts, built batteries, mounted guns, waited on officers and acted as messengers. At Fort Sumter, slaves worked in constant danger to help defend the fort against the very forces seeking to win their freedom.
African-American soldiers in the Union Army served voluntarily distinguishing themselves at such battles as the assault on Fort Wagner on Morris Island. Here, the 54th Massachusetts made history as the first African-American military regiment to ennoble themselves in battle. As word of their
courage spread, thousands of other African-Americans volunteered in the war to reunite the country.

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Imagine being forced to defend an installation that’s fighting to keep you enslaved.

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Soldiers were basically living like tunnel rats.

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And the armament that was used back then?

Wow.

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Unbelievable.

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Too bad they didn’t have duct tape.

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Short on time, my speed reading came in handy. Not so my husband who read one placard to my 6. That’s him in the background way back at the beginning.

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In 1858 Fort Sumter became involved in one of the most notorious episodes in slave smuggling. On August 21 the U.S. Navy captured the slave ship Echo
and brought it into Charleston Harbor. Of 450 captives, mostly young African girls and boys, 144 had already died. Initially held at Castle Pinckney,
the Africans were moved to the larger Fort Sumter still under construction.
Following sensational descriptions of their emaciated state, entrepreneurs arranged harbor cruises to witness the grim spectacle at Fort Sumter.
Thirty-five captive Africans died while kept at Castle Pinckney and Fort Sumter. Although some Charlestonians provided food and clothing, oth-
ers argued that the captives should be sold into slavery. On Constitutional grounds, President James Buchanan ordered the Africans transported home
onboard the steamship Niagara. Even with medical care, only 196 of the original 450 captives were still alive by the time they reached Monrovia. The captain and crew of the Echo were tried and acquitted on a technicality.

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That’s a horrible story I knew nothing about before this visit.

One half of the museum was devoted to the Civil War, the other to its previous life.

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Yes, this cross eyed gentleman is the Fort’s namesake.

Sadly I had to drag the husband outside before we’d even glanced at the second half of the museum but my watch said we only had 18 minutes left and missing the boat was not an option.

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To be continued… quickly.

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On the way to where it all began.

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On day 6 we headed back to Charleston.

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Or more precisely over the locally famous Ravenel bridge …

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To Patriots Point where we had tickets for a ferry. We arrived early as traffic can be tricky and stumbled on a press conference in the parking lot with the USS Yorktown in the background.

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The mayor and two other officials were rambling on about an upcoming spring yacht race…

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Which we wouldn’t be in the area for nor cared anything about, but my husband being my husband…

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Had to stand there and listen to the whole thing because at the end there was a question and answer period and he asked a question. Why? Because the man has to talk.

While he was doing that I looked around and took photos…

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The bridge from Patriots Point.

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The memorial and half of the Yorktown. I wish I’d known the ship was here, I would have scheduled time to tour her.

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Our ferry.

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The harbor.

And since my husband was still standing at the press conference? I checked out the gift store.

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Where the gifts were decidedly low brow.

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As well as deadly.

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This was absolutely bizarre to me. You’d never see ammunition for sale like this in Maine. It was just sitting there on the floor, in open boxes… where any child could take one.

WTH?

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Press conference over, we boarded our ferry.

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Under the watchful gaze of some pelicans.

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Who pose quite nicely for tourists.

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The ferry had two decks but it was a cold and windy afternoon so we went downstairs to cut the breeze.

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Charleston.

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A U.S. Park ranger gave an interesting lecture on the history of the place we were going to see.

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And though it was an overcast sky…

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It was still a lovely ride once I dragged my wind beaten spouse upstairs to the open deck.

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After 20 minutes…

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There it was.

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Sitting at the mouth of Charleston harbor.

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We disembarked…

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And walked on the very ground where the Civil War began.

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