My father lives in the low country, South Carolina, and besides offering the most stunning wheelchair accessible accommodations on the east coast,
it is the place of my childhood, and all my siblings were born there. The smell of thunderstorms and deafening sounds of bugs always lulls me. The waters that surround these barrier islands are the greatest for exploring. All you need is a boat then your ready for crabbing, fishin, shrimpin, oysters, shelling, getting up close with the porpoise, bricks from civil war battlements laying scattered on the sands. Monkey Island – yes-real monkeys living out some kind of strange semi controlled experiment. Warning: do not go ashore!
Food! She crab soup, shrimp and grits, oysters from Bowen’s Island. God, I’m starving now.
Angel Oak, Johns Island. S.C. Thought to be one of the oldest living things east of the Mississippi. It has a circumference of nearly 25 feet. At some point in your life you have to touch this tree.
My favorite Flea Market in the U.S.A. I do not however recommend the cuisine. Not only should you be on the look out for treasure but he diversity of the humanoid variety. I have seen a woman with 2 pupils in one eye. A boy with 3 arms and a man fall to the ground in violent seizure in the food court. All in the same day! That’s what I call diversity.
I love Houston, TX! A shout to Tom and Mary at Houston’s Art Car Museum. Fantastic museum great people. Thanks Tom for the alternative route into the Big Easy.
