Headed from the dirty snow dregs of winter in Chicago to springtime in Charleston. We were treated to a speeded up version of spring’s arrival as we drove south — first with barely visible buds blurring stark tree limbs with a mere hint of color and a hundred or so miles later, Bradford pears showing off their bosomy shapes in drifts of white flowers along with service berry trees laden with blooms. Shy dogwoods awaited more sunshine, but the sunny sides of streets showed magenta and pink flowers dancing along the branches of red bud trees. We passed up the delights of Kentucky’s Bourbon Trail and the Rebecca Ruth Candy Tour to get to Lexington for our first night and then directly on to Charleston. Even the lure of a stop at Summerville, SC (the birthplace of sweet tea!) or Folly Beach did not deter us. Now, we just have to figure out how to stow all this stuff on the boat!
Do you think it will all fit?!