Sorry it took so long to get this final post up.
I spent Day Seven driving home and, after I got home, was just relaxing and spending time with the wife and dogs. Today, I spent all day catching up on all the stuff that I missed during the week I was gone
First, Day Six festivities. The day started out sunny and hot again. It’s even more humid in South Carolina than Virginia. I wouldn’t have believed it if someone had just tried to tell me that. You’re almost instantly wet as soon as you walk out of the air conditioning.
I’m actually glad we took the detour because it was very interesting. Francis Marion was the “Swamp Fox” of Revolutionary War fame upon whom Mel Gibson’s character in the movie “The Patriot” was loosely based.
Luckily, the storm passed and we got back underway within a half hour or so.
On the road to Charleston, I kept seeing these strange wooden structures that looked almost like they could be bus stops, but were too close together and were of very rough construction.
After reaching Charleston, on the agenda for the day was “Patriot’s Point” in Charleston Harbor. This is the home of the USS Yorktown (CV-10)…
The USS Clamagore (SS-343)…
A mockup of a Vietnam Support Base…
We started out by buying our tickets for the Museum area, which got us into the Chief’s Mess of the Yorktown for an authentic Navy Meal.
One thing that struck me immediately was how little had changed in the general look and feel of Navy ships between when the Yorktown was commissioned in 1943 and the more modern ships upon which I served for 21 years. The Yorktown even smelled the same as the Navy ships that I remember.
Anyway, we wanted to make the 1:30 ferry to Fort Sumter so after eating, we left the ship and went to the ferry landing.
Fort Sumter is Fascinating.
This is a model that resides in the museum, of what the fort looked like before it was basically destroyed by bombardment during the civil war.
We toured the two ships and the Vietnam Support Base (which was very interesting) before it started getting dark and we had to call it a day.
I mentioned that we had an interesting experience at dinner. After getting to the hotel, cleaning up and resting a bit. None of us wanted to get back on the bikes to get dinner, so we chose a place within walking distance. The hotel was on one side of a small river, and the dining facility was on the other.
After waiting only an hour to be seated, we finally got a table and ordered our meals. As we walked in, I noticed that our table was right next to a stage set up for a band, but it was a Tuesday night, surely they wouldn’t have live music on a Tuesday would they?
It would have been tolerable had the band actually been good. They weren’t. So, not only was conversation during the meal out of the question, but we had to endure some of our favorite songs being butchered and tortured almost beyond recognition.
The really frustrating thing was that, about the time our checks came and we were settling up the bills, they finished their set and said goodbye for the night. The noise level finally got down to where we could have at least had a shouted conversation right as we were leaving.
Oh well…at least the food was good. I had a crabcake hoagie.
That was it for the night and we returned to the hotel and quickly retired.
First thing the next morning, I loaded up and headed home, making the 435 or so miles in about 8 hours. I only stopped twice and one was just a quick “splash and go” for gas. I was happy to get home, but boy was my butt tired.
Not a bad trip at all.