Walking Tour of Charleston
Trip Start Sep 12, 2011
30Trip End Nov 21, 2011
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Waking up to another beautiful sunny morning we head out for a walking tour of the historic district along the waterfront. Our first stop is the Old Charleston Market, which used to be a produce, meat and seafood market but now is primarily crafts. The building is in the base of the "Daughters of the Confederacy" Museum, which houses lots of Civil War and Revolutionary War memorabilia.
After touring the market we grabbed the dog and let him join our walk. He didn't want to play in the fountain, though!
We walked though an old cemetary at St. Mary's Cathedral that has gravesites dating back to the early 1700's, then started gazing at all the beautiful old homes. There are so many of them all clustered very close together. I was amazed that even way back in that day while building such a monstrous house they placed them so close together. Old Time Suburbia!!
The homes we saw included that of Thomas Heyward, built in 1803. He was one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence. I have been fascinated just with seeing the little pieces of American History come to life on this trip.
We walked along the waterfront which led us to White Point Gardens and the site of Fort Moultrie, a Revolutionary War historic area. The statue below is tribute to the soldiers and was erected in 1876.
This beautiful home belonged to a general who could watch the action of the war from his study.
Even prior to the Revolutionary War, this area had historical significance: in 1718 there were 48 pirates hanged on the grounds and then buried at sea just off the point. Out from the wharf we can see the USS Yorktown, a retired aircraft carrier.
There are a number of these stately old homes that are on the market, and can be picked up for anything from a paltry $1,500,000. to $6,950,000.
Ike finally tears me away from Charleston at about 3pm so we can carry on with our journey to Alabama.
Passing through Georgia it is starting to get dark, and wouldn't ya know it--we called pulled over by a Georgia trooper. We had a tail light out and we didn't know it. He took Ike to the back of the motorhome and grilled him about where we had been, where we were going, what he did for a living, etc. then came up to the passenger window and asked me all the same questions. Guess he wanted to see if our stories matched (maybe he thought I was kidnapped or something; Ike thought it was more likely he suspected we were running drugs from Florida)! He let us go with just a warning to get the light fixed and away we went. We entered Florida in the dark and ended up in a campground in Lake City, Florida, about 50 miles west of Jacksonville for the night. Our 28th state so far!