The Deep South
One painstakingly restored to its former glory and one preserved for those to see behind the facade so-to-speak. Two historic Charleston homes each proudly standing the test of time, with life still passing through their corridors, after two centuries of history and societal cultures.
Disneyland and I were born just 6 months apart and let me tell you that even though I’m 6 months younger than the magic kingdom, I feel really old just making that statement. Want to know how old I am? I remember the original mule ride where Thunder Mountain Railroad now stands. The mules left the Disneyland corral years ago, but oh man, did I love riding those silly mules and believing I was seriously trekking through the desert.
Halfway between Charleston and Savannah, lies sleepy little Beaufort, South Carolina. It’s a picturesque seaside town with a pretty harbor where the sailboats silently bob up and down in the water awaiting the next adventure. It’s a town where one genuinely feels as if you’re walking back through time. Yes, I know I say that a lot, but it’s true. There are so many quiet little blink-of-the-eye places in the US that often go unnoticed.
As I said in my first Savannah post – actually I was mostly raving about the food tastings of our Savannah Taste Experience Walking Tour – I really did not know what to expect of Savannah. And, as I also mentioned we approached Savannah from the back door. So much so that we ended up switching hotels on day 2 of our 4-day stay because we just weren’t where we wanted to be.
Do you ever think about what you would have chosen as a field of study or your career if given a “do-over?” If I had it to do over again, I’m pretty sure – given what I know now – I would have been a history major because walking in the path of those who came before us is my absolute favorite aspect of travel – and life in general.
Here’s the thing about the deep south, and cities such as Charleston, Beaufort and Savannah, it’s kinda like no other place you’ll ever visit in the US. But then again the same can probably be said about the Pacific Northwest or the Southwest or the Midwest Bible Belt. But then again… the history of the south is, well, like no other.
As I write this post we are in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Myrtle Beach, where it’s about 36 degrees and where the rain has been falling in torrential buckets for the better part of the day. We spent over 2 hours this morning in a nearby coffee house nursing cups of hot steamy goodness while watching the downpour. Now back in our hotel room, we are basically here in Myrtle Beach to wait out the storm.