Travels with Dodger: A stop in Charlestown, S.C. and points south
To all our Block Island friends,
We left Georgetown, S.C. last Wednesday morning for the city of Charlestown, stopping first at Sullivan’s Island to check it out. It was nice and laid back with great beaches. Dodger had a ball chasing his tennis ball. After lunch at Dunleavey’s Pub, we toured Charlestown’s historic district for several hours. A wonderful dinner that evening at Hank’s Seafood.
Thursday off to Savannah, Georgia. Taking the back roads we stopped at Beaufort (pronounced like beautiful — which it surely is). They have done a special job of restoring their waterfront and created a park just made for relaxing. Next stop: Hilton Head Island — very nice. After lunch, on to Savannah where we explored the old district and met some colorful locals.
Friday we headed north on the interstate (the first time in a week) but got back on the two lane blacktops after an hour or so to cut over to Milledgeville, the home of one of our favorite authors, Flannery O’Conner. Sue visited the O’Connor house outside of town while I walked Dodger about the farm. After another three hours, the last dealing with the Friday rush hour traffic around Atlanta, we arrived at our niece’s house in Suwanee.
Saturday, after a late start, back on the interstate for Montgomery. We discovered the worst Mexican food north of the Rio Grande in Lanette, Alabama. Montgomery was a nice surprise. Very quiet on a Saturday afternoon. We visited the restored waterfront and then did a tour of their civil rights “Freedom Trail.”
Sunday, off to Mobile but with a few stops in between. Back on the two lanes after about an hour we headed down to Monroeville to look for Boo Radley’s (from To Kill A Mockingbird) house but learned that it had been torn down years ago. We did see an old oak tree where the house used to stand and the site of Truman Capote’s house. Southward on through Pensacola, Florida (where I spent a year and a half some 50 years ago at Naval Air flight school) and back into Alabama, we stopped by Gulf Shores but they were not dog friendly on their beaches so we went west to Fort Morgan and took the ferry across Mobile Bay. No torpedoes but we did have to dodge a few oil rigs. Up to Mobile for the night.
On Monday it was westward again into Mississippi and along the Gulf Coast through Pascagoula, Biloxi, Gulfport and other towns, once graced with stately oceanfront mansions but now marred with garish casinos, we rolled into New Orleans under a cold rain. A quick spin through the French Quarter then up St. Charles to Carrolton Avenue for lunch at the Camelia Grill. Our mission was to do the Cajun country, so we drove south through Houma and spent the night in Morgan City where we dined on gumbo and four pounds of crawfish.
On Tuesday, we toured the Cajun country visiting New Iberia, St. Martinsville and Breaux Bridge, then headed back through Baton Rouge and north up into Mississippi, driving along the Natchez Trace Parkway and spending the night in Vicksburg.