We took a meandering coastal route from Charleston to Savannah. I wanted to see Hilton Head and Beaufort on the way. I love shops like this one. They had some free samples. I only bought a bottle of blackberry cider.
Beaufort was supposed to be an artsy little beach town. It was pretty crowded and the "artsy" downtown area was small and packed. We ended up not getting out into any of the shops. But we did see a cool looking old church and graveyard and stopped to look.
There are lots of civil war veterans buried here and in other cemeteries we ended up visiting. They are very proud of these people. It makes me feel a little confused and uncomfortable. The veteran graves in this cemetery all had little American or confederate flags on them. After what had happened in Charleston, I was even more uncomfortable. I have ancestors who owned slaves. Not really during the civil war era, but more distant. And ancestors who fought on both sides. It is what it is, but the symbols are uncomfortable these days.
They trees and moss add a lot of atmosphere. There was a docent in the church, who came out and got us so he could give us a tour. A nice guy. This is one of the oldest churches in the country. It's Church of England. It was quite lovely inside.
Tiffany spent more time outside looking at some of the displays. I couldn't stand the humidity any longer. We drove out to Hilton Head area. It was packed with people, built up, very fancy. You couldn't even see the beach area. It wasn't my idea of a beach town.
As a consolation prize, I bought myself some turtle salt and pepper shakers. And then left my camera at the Coastal discovery center. I had to come back the next day and rescue it.