It’s been a weird week: two thunderstorms and a tornado watch, as well as several bouts of rain. Who says South Carolina isn’t exciting? Not me!
I spent the weekend finishing out my 8-day stay at Edisto Island State Park, where I stayed in the Live Oak campground. It’s a half-mile from the beach and about 2 minutes from some lovely trails and I found myself walking those more than the beach.
This part of the coast is called the Low Country, and it’s full of roads like the one below. I love the trees, the moss, the whole vibe here. So I wasn’t surprised to find out last week that one of my all-time musicians, Gregg Allman, lived near Savannah. If you haven’t checked out Low Country Blues, go. It captures the feel of this place so well.
I spent most of my Monday dodging raindrops as I hitched up, dumped tanks, and drove the 90 miles south to my next stop, Hunting Island State Park. It’s literally five miles from Edisto Island, but only if you have a boat; the roads go up and over and back down to get here. Still, worth it.
And, oh yes, I fell in love with a tree. This tree.
I greeted the sun standing next to it this morning.
There’s just something about it that speaks to me. I am obsessed with it. That happens to us artists sometimes. I’m just gonna go with it. So expect a few more images of The Tree in next week’s report…
Being an artist is this kind of occupation in which you have to make people care about your obsession.