Easter day and home

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.

The flying Tarboxes

Gurdon and Andrew. Gurdon was the first person to fly in Georgetown SC, in July of 1911. Seventeen year-old Andrew landed at the Georgetown County Airport this afternoon, almost 97 years after his great grandfather's inaugural flight. It couldn't have been better.


Pictured here from left to right are three generations of Tarbox men: Paul, Andew's father, who flew from Virginia with Andrew; Andrew; and Gurdon Jr, Andrew's grandfather and son of the first Tarbox to fly.