This journey has a uniqueness that I’ve not yet been accustomed. It’s a solo one. Yes, I’ve gone on fishing trips, sporting events, and conferences in the past but always with at least one partner in tow. I’m testing myself and that’s something I’ve done quite often over the past five decades. My writing is stale, the words flow like syrup. Seasonal affective disorder has kicked in and I yearn for the warmth and glow of the sun. This time it’s the ” Holy City”, Charleston, SC.
I’ve settled in at the Oak Plantation Campground. I’ll review this venue in a future post, giving it some time to be fair and unbiased. Arriving in the early afternoon gave me time to establish a homey and coziness to the place. After all, I’ll be here for a few weeks. But my itch to wander and explore didn’t take long to come to the forefront, and after a good morning workout, the weather directed me to hop on the bike. My first stop was the “Angel Oak Tree”, which I had learned about on a morning walk. I cannot encounter a person on my walks without initiating a conversation. I make it a habit to make eye contact, smile, and bid the person a good day. You never know when a stranger will change your life for the better. So a lady with a badge asked me if I was a professional photographer. I laughed, telling her I wished I were. She then proceeded to give me a short history of the tree.
