Extended Stay America - Charleston - Mt. Pleasant
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... on. We head to Folly Beach, en route home for dinner to a restaurant our kids discovered, The Wild Olive, which we enjoyed very much. Robert kept me company in the front seat on the way home. We watch for deer, possum and any other night crawlers. It is a quiet night. It is a very straight, long road back.
On arrival home we listen and sing along to Robert's music, playing Euchre. There are more lights now on the beach. We look for Leo and Libra in the sky.
... was one called the pink house. Bet you can't guess what colour it was. Yep green... only joking, but if you said pink, 10 points for you.
We played in a park for a little while and then headed back to their place because Tia had to work. I said bye to her when Nates other 2 brothers came over to take over babysitting duty. I hung out with them before Nate came home and dropped me at the train station. We kept the goodbyes short and sweet.
Off I go to savannah, ...
We decided on Middleton as the plantation we would see for a number of reasons such as they are non profit and don't dwell on the slavery. The plantations main crop was rice. It was so peaceful and quiet as we wandered the acres and the breeze blew in from the Ashley river. Middleton is more of a natural environment than manicured gardens. we spotted a few small alligators. Kim tried to tell me they were ...
... he educated his slaves, which was against the law, and worked in the gardens beside them, to create an "earthly paradise" for his wife. He didn't work beside them in the rice fields though.
This and several other plantations are beside the Ashley River. "Ashley, oh Ashley". I'd forgotten that Rhett Butler came from Charleston.
We had a lovely long stroll through the gardens, but of course at ...
... such pleasant circumstances that the distance seemed not to be a distraction from the enjoyment of the day. The historic buildings were too numerous to give even a cursory description; instead I will mention just a few that had a whimsical impression on our minds. We would pass by the central Charleston Fire Station that had a life-size statue of a sleeping Dalmatian in the front between two of the exit doors of the housed fire engines. We walked farther along past the Old ...