US Travels- South Carolina and Georgia
In 2004, I was able to participate in the Allendale (S.C.) Archaeological Dig. We learned flint knapping along with digging new pits and cleaning archaeological finds. My husband accompanied me on the week long dig which we ended with a weekend in Savannah, Georgia.
Allendale, itself, doesn't have anything to do. We went out one night for dinner and got lost on the South Carolina/Georgia border. We drove through these huge trees on a one-lane road with no lights. At one point my husband put the x-files theme song on repeat and I about kicked him out of the car because it was so creepy in the dark with the fog creeping through the trees. We passed a general store/post station that had rocking chairs out front and a 3-legged dog that chased us down the street.
Convinced we were irretrievably lost I turned around in a gated drive only to have a military guard yell at me to keep moving. Apparently we had crossed into an Army training zone. Oops. Signs might have helped with that one. We finally found this biker bar in the middle of the forest that had great chicken wings and karaoke which we totally rocked! I wish I could tell you the name of the place or the address. If it's still there I can't find it and it may end up being one of those tales told around campfires, but the memory will always stay with me.
Savannah, Georgia, however, is timeless. Doesn't matter when you go, the major attractions are the same. Supper at the Pirate's House and a walk along the pier to see the old smuggling routes. Antique shopping in former slave quarters and a ghost tour through the old town should be on everyone's list.
Allendale, itself, doesn't have anything to do. We went out one night for dinner and got lost on the South Carolina/Georgia border. We drove through these huge trees on a one-lane road with no lights. At one point my husband put the x-files theme song on repeat and I about kicked him out of the car because it was so creepy in the dark with the fog creeping through the trees. We passed a general store/post station that had rocking chairs out front and a 3-legged dog that chased us down the street.
Convinced we were irretrievably lost I turned around in a gated drive only to have a military guard yell at me to keep moving. Apparently we had crossed into an Army training zone. Oops. Signs might have helped with that one. We finally found this biker bar in the middle of the forest that had great chicken wings and karaoke which we totally rocked! I wish I could tell you the name of the place or the address. If it's still there I can't find it and it may end up being one of those tales told around campfires, but the memory will always stay with me.
Savannah, Georgia, however, is timeless. Doesn't matter when you go, the major attractions are the same. Supper at the Pirate's House and a walk along the pier to see the old smuggling routes. Antique shopping in former slave quarters and a ghost tour through the old town should be on everyone's list.
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