Another American Adventure: on the road again

Saturday, March 19, 2011

on the road again

For some reason, no matter where I'm leaving from, there's always this tug ... it's hard to leave. But once I'm on the road, I'm OK.

Here is the canal this morning as Jubilee and I were taking our last walk.

And the house as we drove away, last bit of garbage our front ...

Speedometer is getting up there ...

We passed the point of no return ...

Northern Florida pit stop. The guy in the store tried to get me to buy something, said that is what would keep the gas prices down. I didn't buy anything.

Finally made our way through the low country down Route 17 to Kiawah ...

And here we are! Kaiwah Island, SC. (more photos tomorrow)

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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.