Ten days and about 300 miles into our journey from Deltaville, MD, we are over half way to Charleston, where I must fly back to the West. Experiencing the South for the first time has been a pure pleasure. There is such history throughout this region. The Southerners are rightfully proud of their history, and diligent in preserving it. White open-shuttered houses with front porches have lined the Intra Coastal Waterway throughout our trip, but every day seems to bring us into warmer weather by about two degrees. As I write this, I am wearing a long-sleeved shirt, but I am barefooted. Compare that with two pairs of sox, rain boots, full foul weather gear and multiple layers beneath, and you get an idea of how the climate has changed as we journey south.
Southern hospitality, however, remains consistent throughout, and is such a joy to experience.
Tonight, after arriving in Swansboro, NC, we walked though the town, entering houses that have seen the Revolutionary war, the War of 1812, and the Civil War. Now housing art galleries, craft stores, book stores, etc., one can enter the two worlds of today and yesterday. Add the hospitality of the shopkeepers, and you are experiencing the best of the South.
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