GuestHouse International Inn Aiken
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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.
Year 2, Days 25 - 28 - Ok, just kidding about the Brothel!! But Arlen had a great list of fun restaurants for us to try. The Biker Bar was especially fun - but when "Big Red" paid for a round of drinks, I feared for my life (just kidding). Apparently, we were the first "ladies" to enter that night and he took pity of us, I think - but how nice!!
Aiken has a lot of Hilton Head Island transplants - for the nice weather - brick houses - and a nice downtown area ...
... walked from room to room in Mark’s home, I felt and saw Haven everywhere, which was strangely comforting. Some of her collectables brought back such vivid and fond memories that at times I felt like she was going to walk through the door. Her big sweet kitty, Buddy Love, hasn’t lost one of his robust 30 lbs. after years of dieting. What a love machine and great companion for Mark.
Roy and Patti managed to squeeze in a golf game on ...
... for us as we could walk from the main stage to our RV in about 5 min and we could see the playground from our possie right in front of the stage, so the kids rocked the playground and checked out the pig racing by themselves whilst we listened to the music ranging from bluegrass to indie rock.
When we visited the playground on day 1 Phoenix was surrounded by a gang of 11 year olds as they quizzed him about NZ, ...
... to remember. Through the packed and rounded pews, the hanging balconies scattered with folks, out to the wide hallway forming a ringed perimeter where ladies bounced their babies in the open doorways to quiet them.
I have my seat in that circle. I hold open a small space in the vastness that arcs away from me. Just as I did earlier in the day, on the drive up, coming straight from Savannah to the church. Straight except for the hour I spent huddled in a field south ...