As I mentioned in last week’s blog, Dave and I were headed to Brunswick, GA. That stop was such a treat. We were able to connect with our St. Pete friends, John & Sharon, who have been sailing throughout the Bahamas for the last 5 sailing seasons. They decided to buy a home in Brunswick (where they spent many of their summers away from hurricanes). We enjoyed a scrumptious fresh Georgia shrimp dinner, admired the beautiful landscaping they have put so much labor into, met them for a bike ride around Jekyll Island the next day, and finished with lunch at Tortuga Jack’s. What a great visit!
After saying farewell to John & Sharon, we headed to Savannah, GA. We decided to stop again at Red Gate Farm, established in 1931. Besides an RV park, it is an Equestrian Center, and it has 3 venues to rent for events. It would be a gorgeous location for a wedding. We enjoyed a day of walking around historic Savannah and had a late breakfast at Two Cracked Eggs on the river. They even let dogs sit inside as long are at a table next to a wall. Murphy was in heaven and thankfully behaved himself.
Traveling north towards Tennessee, we stopped at Croft State Campground, near Spartanburg, SC. Ready for a short history lesson? This state park is located on land first used as farmsteads in the late 18th century, and a skirmish during the Revolutionary War took place near one of the farms. A year before the United States entered World War II, the land was purchased from farmers and used as Camp Croft, a US Army basic training center and prisoner-of-war camp. Over a quarter million troops were trained there, including Henry Kissinger. The camp also interned nearly a thousand German prisoners of war. The state park took over the land after the war ended and opened the park in 1949. It now has miles of trails for hiking, mountain biking, and horseback riding. It even has a gorgeous show ring for horses.
Dave and I only stayed two nights, and during our full day we greatly enjoyed an 8-mile hike to a spring that visitors use to travel to in the late 1800’s. I think Murphy had the best time finding a creek to splash around and sticks galore to play with. I was so thrilled my back did great on the long hike. It only hurt going uphill. There won’t be any hills or mountains in Alaska or Canada, right?
Onward to Roan Mountain, TN to visit our dear friend Anne. She and Jim hosted Murphy last year in what Dave called “Camp Anne,” when Dave and I headed to Slovenia for a 2-week bike ride. Murphy had a blast and when we told him he was going to see Anne & Jim, he got so excited.
Thanks so much for reading and let’s catch up next Sunday!
Love connecting with friends on our trips Brenda, Loving life Dave, and I love to play in the water Murphy.
I want Murphy’s life!
Some beautiful stops and great narration!
Thanks,
Wes
There is one rather high mountain in Alaska. You will need a permit, plane , tent , guide and a couple of weeks. Or you can see it from a park of the same name.
The two pictures of the lake are beautiful!
Let the BIG “A”dventure begin!
Annie