Before moving on to other things, here are just a couple more memories from last weekend in the hills of Western North Carolina, one of my favorite “Happy Places”.
For me this area has become a magnet. Over the years I have visited the Brevard area many times through different seasons and have been seduced by its many beautiful attributes. This time, some friends and I rented a cabin in the woods of Connestee Falls. You don’t have to wander much beyond the borders to immerse yourself in scenic streams, cascades, lakes, forests, and mountains. Also, it is a sure refuge when the heat and humidity of Charleston become unbearable!
Every year the resident Canadian Geese at James Island County Park produce a batch of goslings, and every time I walk my exercise route around the lake, I count them to make sure none are missing. The parents are unbelievably vigilant and work as a team in teaching and tending their young. I have learned that these geese mate for life, and that they live around 10-25 years on average.
I spent last night out at Camp St. Christopher on Seabrook Island, in search of darker skies, trying to avoid the pervasive light pollution that blankets the entire east coast. The few exceptions are wild life preserves and state parks where suburbia has been curtailed, at least for now. It was disappointing to see that Seabrook skies are not much darker than James Island’s, but nevertheless I was able to capture some images of the Milky Way and Jupiter, among other fascinating deep sky objects.
It had been awhile since I had been up in the chopper shooting aerials. Somehow Winter is not very inspiring. The marsh grass is brown, and more importantly, it gets cold up there without doors and heating. That all changed yesterday afternoon. It was sunny and mild (if a little breezy), but that just adds to the challenge of trying to keep your horizons level! Here are a couple from our route from Signature Airport in North Charleston, downtown Charleston, across Shem Creek and up to Isle of Palms, across to Boone Hall Plantation and back again. Thanks as always to my skilled pilot, Kyle – you’re the bomb.
Continuing my current Spring theme of playing tourist in my town, I joined the happy throng of pedestrians on King Street this afternoon. It was a beautiful day, and you could tell folks were thrilled to be outdoors in this gorgeous weather. It was almost a celebratory atmosphere. I know we complain about the flooding, about the bugs, about the heat, but seriously, there are worse places to live than Charleston. I for one feel fortunate to live here.