Date(s)
4/17-19/2026
Notes
Settled into my campsite only to discover several things:
- It was located just off a major access road into Charleston.
- It was in the Charleston Airport flight path.
- It was a quarter mile away from a busy rail line.
- The commercial business on the other side of the privacy fence was an auto mechanic’s workshop and the owner worked on his stock car after hours.
- The neighborhood raccoons were not timid at all.
Owen and his partner, Jess Evans, were busy moving into a new apartment so I had a day to myself to get out ‘n’ about. I went into Charleston proper to visit the Charleston First Baptist Church which belonged to a congregation that originated in Kittery, Maine, of all places, back in 1682. They moved to Charleston in the 1700’s and an ancestor of mine, Richard Furman (1755-1825), was instrumental in raising funds for and became the first pastor installed in the church at its current location. The current pastor’s wife gave me a one-on-one tour of the church, which is really very elegant but, at the same time, one can see the Yankee puritanism in its simplicity.
The next day I got out to Sullivan Island to enjoy some beach time before joining Owen and Jess at a local restaurant for some wonderful southern cooking followed by a sunset beach stroll.
Car Notes:
23272 the smell of boxwood in the morning
Growing up it was the smell of boxwood that told me we had finally arrived at Bloomhill, Grandmom and Grandad’s house in Greenville, SC. And then when living in Falls Church, VA, I always knew I was home from school for a little while when I smelled boxwood on the morning breezes.
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