#75 Charleston, SC
Mon. Oct. 28, 2019
Welcome back to South Carolina. Our trip from Augusta GA back to the coast took us through the rural countryside.
We passed by fields of hay, cotton, corn, and horses.
Pine trees lined the road in spots.
These my friends are highway intersections in the back country.
Found this roundabout out here too. Then the road seemed
to narrow.
Lakes happened along the way.
Heading into town. How cool is a blue bridge?
The Mt. Pleasant/Charleston KOA provided us with a lovely home base while in the area.
I liked looking out at the pond in front of us even on an overcast day. Campground warnings say stay out of the water....alligators. We never saw one.
Halloween was in the air!
South Carolina has little huts along the highway where you can purchase Sweetgrass Baskets. Each hut belongs to one owner. I purchased from Elijah the last time we were here. If you shop at the market downtown, you might get a better product. Only a few huts were open on this visit.
Meet Josh, our Carriage driver, and his horse Bill. They guided us through the streets of
Charleston. We found it interesting that each carriage driver is given a
particular route as they leave so the carriages don’t clog all the same
streets. Our route for the day took us
through a part of town where we viewed some of the 184 churches here and some
homes. This ride turned out to be a bit disappointing. The trees and the carriage roof limited my
photos.
We boarded, via a step ladder, near the City Market.
These two buildings sat across from our loading area.
The crack in the side of this building came with an
earthquake years ago.
The wrought iron work on this church is exquisite and
original.
Grace Church Episcopal of Charleston.
Most of the houses in the areas we visited had driveways
and courtyards on the side of the house.
Typical two story homes of this area.
This lake sat in the middle of one neighborhood.
Many Charleston homes have the main entrance on the side of house, away from the street. We believe homes were built this way because the streets at that time were dirty and often muddy with wagon traffic and because there were no sewer systems, human waste was also dumped into the street. With the side entrance, guest could pull up to the home and get out avoiding the mess on the streets.
Most home from this era had a privacy door like the blue or green ones in these photos. An open door extended an invitation to come in and visit. A closed door asked you to come back later.
Other examples of homes in town. I think he spoke of the colonial houses, the antebellum houses, those of the French quarter, and then English style. Unfortunately I don't remember which is which.
The Historic Charleston City Market consumes about 5
blocks. Part of the market is enclosed
and air conditioned (thankfully), the rest are set up in an open-air
environment.
Vendors rent
stalls on a daily basis and provide a plethora of things to shop for or eat.
One end of the market provides an entry that flows block by block through the buildings to its end.
The French quarter opened next to the market. After lunch
at the Crab House we picked up the car and explored on our own.
These were part of Rainbow Row where the houses show off
bright and colorful décor. They can’t
compete with St. John’s Newfoundland, but still fun to see.
I thought these houses were part of Rainbow Row, but apparently
I had a lapse of memory.
Colors are not reserved for just the Rainbow Row.
The streets in Historic Charleston are barely two lanes, and some are even paved with cobblestone. Driving across the cobblestones gave us flashbacks to the bumpy roads in Newfoundland.
We drove around the neighborhood several times due to one-way streets. It boggles the mind to think these large old homes are most likely single family dwellings.
Moultrie stands at one end of a park dedicated to military heroes of the area. Moultrie has a fort named after him on the north part of the bay.
This park honors a variety of military people that served the area over the years.
I was very thankful on this hot and humid day to find a
park bench under the trees where I could cool off a bit.
Jay and Lynn pose on the breakwater in front of the homes next to the park. This is Battery Point the location of several battles over the years. The view looks toward Fort Sumter and the Atlantic Ocean.
Isle of the Palms is another barrier island and located just a little ways from our campground, out across the Intracoastal Waterway.
Most of the houses started on the second floor, with passage all the way under the house, from front to back.
Golf rates high around here. These homes give new meaning to a home on the golf course.
Some homes had places to park their boats right behind their homes.
It was another big day!
Tomorrow Fort Sumter.
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