Toccopola Museum. Not sure what a town of 250 or so is doing with a museum, but it wasn’t open anyway, and had strange monthly hours and a phone number that one needed to call, so…
Rowan Oak, where Faulkner lived for 30ish years, in Oxford.
The last of the Rowan Oak pictures.
Dropping out of the hills into the Mississippi Delta. It gets very flat for a long time after this.
A casino and hotel on the Mississippi side of the river, before crossing over into Arkansas.
One of three dams around the town of Tallassee on the Tallapoosa River.
This is the Dexter Avenue King Memorial Baptist Church where MLK Jr. served as pastor for a few years. The basement was used as a base to organize the Montgomery Bus Boycott.
The first White House of the Confederacy, Montgomery.
Doors to the kitchen of Larnie’s BBQ, which has been in business for 70+ years in Selma.
Larnie’s BBQ
How to dispose of cemetery wreaths.
This was my camping spot one night. Basically in that corner where my bike is. It worked out well. The building is a portion of a church just outside of the town of Marion.
Greensboro
The Pie Lab in Greensboro. Fair lunch, but absolutely delicious pie in a beautiful space. So nice to see a place like this bringing people together in a small town that doesn’t really have much going on.
An unexpected site. Sadly. I don’t know how a thing like this happens. I suspect it’ll be the only horse I find dead along the side of a road.
Bit of my room.
Old boy (girl?, I forget).
He was a fun dog. Great, independent, friendly personality.
Typically I don’t photograph my hosts, but they wanted a picture of me, so I thought I must reciprocate. I also really, really loved staying with them at their most charming home (as evidenced by the pictures). Amanda wasn’t too keen to have her picture taken, but I insisted.
There are many pecan plantations all over Georgia and Alabama.
I forget the name of this town. I was merely passing through, but I was told by a Warm Showers host that there is a really awful Statue of Liberty replica here. And so there is.
This was an unexpected site in Abbeville. Really quite beautiful, and contains a certain strength and elegance I think.
Abbeville
Abbeville. I was camped out the previous night under those pines, on the opposite side of the fence.
Abbeville.
One of those no-account towns where there is basically nothing, no culture, no food, and all the buildings are run down. Strangely enough these colors, though.
Outhouses in the middle of a crop field.
This was in Buena Vista, one of my favorite stops in Georgia.
This and the subsequent three images were taken my first time around in Charleston, but not posted.
Lonely palm tree. Beaufort.
Prince George Winyah Episcopal Chruch, Beaufort.
Generally what the Francis Marion National Forest looked like from my view on the road. It’s a very, very young forest at only about 27 years of age. I wrote about it in a blog post if you’re curious.
Francis Marion National Forest. Would have made a great spot to camp if that’s what I was aiming for on this day.
Sadness.
Outlet to the Atlantic, I’m thinking. I was on a bridge connecting Sullivan’s Island with mainland South Carolina. Only a few miles from Charleston.
I can’t image where this guy was heading to, but he was definitely in for a long walk.
Fort Moultrie in the background.
Entering the ACE Basin on the dirt road leading to their offices housed in the Grove Plantation House which was built in 1828
The area around the Grove Plantation House was breathtaking. Enormous live oaks all over the place. Impossible to capture it all, even with the widest lens (which I didn’t have anyway).
The Grove Plantation House is across the pond there.
I have a little macro extender for my camera that I never use. Thought I might try it out.
You have a nice view if you’re sitting outside at this cafe in Beaufort. Cute little town.
The Church of the Cross. Bluftton. Construction was finished the summer of 1857.