Clarion Inn & Suites
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Fitness/Health center
- Business Services
- Free parking
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Drove 140 miles on 2.5 hours.
The purpose of this stop was to take a peak at the legendary Augusta National Golf Course, the home of the US Masters golf tournament.
The town itself is nondescript for such a famous location. Its hard to fathom where the spectators and media would stay during the tournament as its not a large town and dining and entertainment options are limited.
... of history surrounding Aiken. I have to say I was blown away. Cathy took us to a beautiful museum with several floors and rooms to view which was housed in an old Mansion. VERY COOL!!
Historic Inns - The Wilcox Inn (1898-1940) - The doorman wouldn't let you in if you were not wearing Johnson & Murphy brand shoes. He would simply say that the Inn was full! Some of the notables who came to this Inn were: Mrs. J.J. Astor; ...
The day and a half in Georgia with our friends Mark Haddox and Bob & Patti Mannix went way too quickly. We've been friends since the early 80’s and even though the miles have separated us for many years, the friendships have lasted and stayed strong. Sierra and Cheyenne Mannix have grown into the most beautiful girls and watching everyone together, it’s evident they fill a big void in Marks’ life since my dear friend Haven’s passing. ...
Appearing on the tour itinerary of a band that we love "the Avett Brothers" was a festival called Papa Joe's BanjoBque in the small Georgian town of Evans. Hils found it and locked it in before we left home, it looked like a good wholesome southern experience! For a 5000 strong festival with free camping and $60 cover, cheap beer and wicked BBQ from 50 competing stall holders from all over the south. This was the ...
... side road ending in a cul-de-sac. I had to stop, to sit in the sun, in the open field. To try to eat a bit, to cry, to gather wildflowers, to stop the too-eager turn of the wheels toward the tiny dust-filled box, the square-edged and lifeless portrait, the stiff rectangle of the flower-draped cross. All those angles. Poking in and reminding me that in this moment the circle is broken, as we are broken by our grief, our loss, the absence in the link of hands. The baton falls in a ...