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The Holy City

Posted by on November 13, 2012

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.

 Angel Tree is the largest and oldest living oak tree east of the Mississippi. The girth is 11 feet in diameter at its widest girth and the longest branch is 117 feet long. Enough of the lesson. Just enjoy the photo. My guide asked me if I were new to the area. Upon finding that I am a transplant she suggested the Charleston Tea Plantation, the only working one of its kind in the United States. Thanking her, I hopped on the bike and headed into the low country. Something unique about South Carolina, once you’re five miles out of any city, you enter another world, which visually takes you back in time a century ago. And that’s the way the locals wish to keep it. Ten miles down the road, I found my destination. I never knew that tea was grown and cultivated and looks just like a hedge row.
This plantation cultivates it’s leave for the American Tea Company and then much of the product is shipped to packing houses in Connecticut and processed to your local market and sold as Lipton.
On the return home, I spotted an old cemetery and just had to stop. I guess Robin’s love of these has worn off on me. The only ones there were me, and another codger paying his respects.
While sitting and contemplating, I couldn’t help but notice the white squirrels rousting about.

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