After seven days away, home does look good. And, Whitby and Belle were welcome, joyful sights.
Andrew and Paul flew out of Georgetown this morning before 9:00, waving good-bye before launching themselves into the wind. Mom and Dad headed back to Litchfield for church and Tal and I set out on the Georgetown, McClellanville, Jamestown, Moncks Corner, Santee route back to Edgefield.
Crossing the Santee delta, the tide low, in the early morning light was well-worth the unfamiliar route. The map, laden with plantation names and intimating layers and layers of history, was pure entertainment -- AND invitation to consider spending time in the area, making it a destination at some point rather than a passage way.