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We walked most of The Point neighborhood of Beaufort, South Carolina while we were in the area. 
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We were driving the little road between where we were staying and the City of Savannah when we saw this on the side of an old building in Bluffton, SC:  We traveled to Athens, Ohio primarily to see an exhibit of modern quilts, and I thought that I would lead with that post, but the venue seemed a better introduction.  The tiny simple hut in the left foreground housed six freezing, starving soldiers of the Continental Army.  If you travel the very Northern portion of California's Highway 101, you get used to seeing the Benbow Inn, and thinking "One day I'll find out more about that, or stay there," just before you get to Garberville.  Over time I have come to realize that Mark and I see - and blog about - the places that we visit very differently.  The Virginia Quilt Museum has relocated to a former barn in the Silver Lake Historic District, near Harrisonburg, Virginia.   A couple of years ago Mark and I stayed at a hotel near Market Square in Knoxville, Tennessee.  Two years ago, Mark and I were tooling the roads northwest of Winston-Salem and happened upon the building I featured in my last blog post.  Photo Credit: Keith Hall Photography
Returning from a quick trip to Virginia, Cheri was navigating using one of our large atlases.  In a residential suburb of Atlanta known as Buckhead, the Atlanta Historical Society has its museum, and on these grounds the Swan House is open for tours.  A couple of days ago we posted about Lewisville, Arkansas. I wanted to add more pictures, focusing mainly on the seemingly abandoned print shop and the architecture of the buildings surrounding the town's primary intersection.  A few days ago I mentioned that Mark and I had happened upon Lewisville, Arkansas near sundown, as we were on our way to northeast Texas in December.  We left the Bulverde area of San Antonio after a long hug with my dad, a hug and thank you to my sister, and handshake with my brother-in-law. Cheri had the road atlas in her lap and I had the wheel in hand and we started heading east. After driving through Geronimo, we made our first stop:  So we were surprised to learn that the population of Charleston is only about 150,000. I had expected it to be roughly the size of San Francisco, which has a bit more than 800,000 residents. What I am sharing is a reflection of losing pictures from my phone, however, rather than a lack of subject matter!  Founded in 1670 and named to honor King Charles II, Charleston sits on the confluence of three rivers and the Atlantic Ocean. It has been very significant historically from its inception. As we were visiting just days after Hurricane Ian passed through we were not sure what we might see.  |
