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Fried Foods. Enough.

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Beltane         Waxing Dyan Moon

Folkston, Georgia           Gateway to the Okefenokee

The Okefenokee Restaurant is the place to eat in Folkston.  It has a country buffet.  When I looked at the fried entrees, I asked for a menu. It said, “We encourage you to try the buffet.”  This after a short menu of fried food.

There was however enough fruit and vegetables to satisfy me when I reinspected the buffet.  Hah.  After a week plus in the south, the sight of fried food has begun to have an aversive affect on me.

This is the area of Georgia known as the piney woods, the growth on the sandy soil here that is not swamp.  Some of it is the remains of an ancient barrier island, Trail Ridge, which forms the eastern boundary of the Okefenokee.  In the day of the barrier island the Okefenokee was a salt marsh protected from the Atlantic by the island.

Travel, Weather +Climate

The Sun! The Sun! The Sun!

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Beltane            Waning Flower Moon’

Hilton Head Island, S.C.

Imagine the little guy on Fantasy Island.  If he were here on Hilton Head Island instead, he would be running around saying, “The Sun!  The Sun!  The Sun!”

Yes, on our last day here the sun has come out for the morning and it makes all the difference.  The gloomy, chill atmosphere of the last few days falls away and the Island takes on its vacation place cast.  Everything sparkles and the trees now provide shade rather than reinforcement for gray mornings.

I’m glad because it gives me a chance to see this place in all its parts, not only as it looks under the influence of a tropical depression.

It was laundry time today, so I drove over to a laundromat not far from here, washed clothes for the further journey to Panama City and the train ride home, then went to the Plantation Cafe for a true country breakfast.  All the while I marveled at the transformation created by the sun.  It is no wonder so many societies have worshipped that flaming presence in our sky.

Gray and gloom appeal to me in their place, such as a Minnesota early spring or late autumn, but when they defy sunny expectations their affect proves that much more intense.

Faith and Spirituality, Great Wheel, Travel, Weather +Climate

Hi and Lo

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Beltane      Waning Flower Moon

Hilton Head Island, S.C.

Cloudy again today.  Yesterday afternoon, for a couple of hours, the sun shone.  I just looked at the forecasts for Panama City.  Thunderstorms followed by thunderstorms.

It finally came to me yesterday why this weather looked so familiar.  It looks like the pre-hurricane footage from the weather channel.  And for good reason.  There is a tropical depression slowly twirling off the east coast of Florida.  Its northeast quadrant, around Jacksonville and the panhandle, has already dumped a lot of rain.  2 ft. in one location over two days!  Remember Florida barely has a grip on the surface;  a lot it will go early when the oceans rise.

As I worked out today on hard sand just above the surf racing ashore, I felt another of nature’s cycles, the tides.  They pull in and out four times a day, hi and lo.  These cycles remind us of the cycles in our own bodies and in our lives.

Last night at the Jazz Corner the crowd’s age showed in the gray heads dominating the room.  We are the outgoing tide for this generation of living humans.  We washed ashore in one of the biggest birth events in US history and we will go out as one of the biggest death events.  Cycles,spirals. Change.

Art and Culture, Humanities, Myth and Story, Travel

It’s A Beautiful World

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Beltane              Waning Flower Moon

Hilton Head Island, S.C.

Kate and I went out to the Jazz Corner tonight.  We listened to the Earl Williams Blues Band.  They were excellent musicians.  Earl played New Orleans most of his life and his patter, his stage presence made us laugh, drew us into his songs.

He happened to meet Kate and me at the door.  He introduced himself, “I’ll be playing the music tonight.”  I asked him what he played and he gave a list of instruments not all of which I recognized.  I knew the saxophone(s), the harmonica, but the occa and others I had not heard.

Near the end of the first set Earl turned to Kate and me, said, “I’d like to dedicate this next song to Katie and Charlie Ellis.  From Minnesota.  They drove all day just to be here tonight!”  He then gave a credible imitation of Louis Armstrong singing his It’s a Wonderful World.

We had table for two against the wall, the furthest toward the front.  At one point, engrossed in the music, following it with my heart, a realization popped into mind.

We were in a setting very similar to Max Beckman’s Blind Man’s Buff.  In that tryptych, which hangs in the Minneapolis Institute of Art, the center panel has a band playing in a cabaret setting.  The side panels have cabaret patrons in various enigmatic poses.

Beckman said the band in the center are the gods playing.  I imagine them playing the world into existence.  We sat off to one side, in one of the panels.  In that situation the other panel would have people far across the room from us.  We listened to the same music, sat in the same cafe, but we could not communicate.

The world at the end of World War II had many people in the same cafe, listening to the same music and unable to communicate.

Great Work, Travel

Sun Almost Shines

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Beltane             Waning Flower Moon

Westin, Hilton Head Island

Some heat has returned.  I only needed my gray great river energy zip up for the first half of the morning.

The Coastal Discovery Center sits about a mile, maybe two from Port Royal Plantation. It tries to deal with the cultural and natural history of Hilton Head.

There is an inherent problem with history here.  How to deal with enslavement?  The Coastal Discovery Center does not skirt the issue, it mentions enslavement in the pre-Civil war days, breathes a sigh of relief and passes on to the era of freedom after the war.

The best part of the Center for me lay outdoors.  Live oak trees reach gnarly branches out in twisted directions, some very low to the ground and all hung with the gray beards of Spanish Moss.  Loblolly pines shoot up high; red cedar grows in bulbous clumps, one such specimen has an estimated germination date of 1595.

Three boardwalks jut out into that complex eco-system, the salt marsh.  Here fresh water and salt water meet, creating an environment where only the toughest need apply.  This does not include, by the way, alligators or turtles.  It seems they dehydrate in salt water.  There is one turtle that lives in the marsh, but only one.

This is an area dominated by sea grass, fiddler crabs and oysters.

Docents guided classes of school children enjoying an outdoors break at the end of the school year.

I wandered around, shooting this and that with the camera and have returned to eat lunch with Kate.

Travel

Savannah–Creek for Marsh Grass

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Beltane            Waning Flower Moon

The Gray Line Tour of Savannah did its job.  It was a quick overall view of the city with a dash of information on Hilton Head Island.

Savannah and Philadelphia (according to the guide) are the only cities in the US laid out to plans conceived before their planners arrived in this country.  Savannah’s plan came from London, a scheme to rebuild it.

When I lived in Irvine Park in St.Paul, it was much like the older squares in Savannah.  It had Federalist architecture as well as later 19th century styles.  In fact, Savannah reminded me of St. Paul, especially Summit Avenue and Irvine Park.

The strange part, though, was the weather.  Yesterday Savannah had the lowest maximum temperature (66) of any year since 1875!  It has been rainy and chilly since I got here.  The tour itself lost something of its Southern ambiance with the chill.

I did see the house where the murder (or misfortune, as the people in the house now call it) occurred that prompted the book and the movie, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.

Tours rarely attract me, but I wanted a quick look at Savannah to see if I might want to spend more time there. I’m not sure.  Period houses lose their appeal for me pretty quickly.  Maybe if it warms up.

Kate and I had a low country buffet with her pediatric colleagues tonight.

Family, Travel

Green Stars and Irish Wolfhounds

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Beltane     Waning Flower Moon

Another gray morning, but the temperatures will head up today.  Low 70’s by this afternoon and high 70’s tomorrow.  That will change the look and feel of Hilton Head Island.  A lot. Sunshine, of which we have had none since I got here on Sunday morning, will also alter the appearance of the gray Atlantic.

Kate and I had supper last night charlie’s etoile verte.  The setting was French provincial and the food lived up to the French gastronomic standards.

We talked again over dinner about Irish Wolfhounds.  They present us with a delicate dilemma.  We loved them, each one of them, with an intensity that made them members of our family.  I don’t know how to describe the difference between our feelings for them and for the whippets, whom we also love, but the difference is qualitative.  Each of their deaths felt and feels like a family member died.

These big dogs occupy a space in our lives commensurate with their size.  We have had 8.  Their short life span, often as little as 5 years and in a couple of instances even less than that, makes loving them an exercise in sweet torture.

We would love to have more Wolfhounds, but I can’t imagine another Wolfhound death.  Too, the size of the Wolfhounds, Tor weighed 200 pounds, creates a problem.  Moving them when they are sick is difficult.  As we age, it becomes more and more difficult.  So, at least for now, we have decided against any more of these animals we love.  A hard place.

GeekWorld, Travel

A Lazy Morning. Kindle.

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Beltane        Waning Flower Moon

A breakfast buffet and finishing a novel.  That’s all I’ve done this a.m.

The gray line folks have a six hour tour of Savannah.  I booked it for tomorrow.  I find grayline a good way to get a quick overview of an area.  After that I can explore more what I find interesting.

The gothic side of the south has always appealed to me, as if it contains the nation’s shadow–which it may.  The part of me that delights in horror and dark fantasy gets revved up in Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina and Mississipi, Louisiana, too.

This trip promises to be fruitful from a creative perspective.  I’m doing what I can to expose myself to as much of it as I can.\

The Kindle, Amazon’s electronic book.

Yep.  I bought one.  You would not believe how much it lightened my baggage.  I have 12 books loaded on it right now and have finished two already.  It has already become my most appreciated possession.

When I finish one book, I just move the cursor up the menu and click on the next one.  Like having a portable library right along with you.  Plus, books are cheaper in electronic form.  About half what they are in printed form.  That means a reading junkie like me will easily save back the cost of the device.

Still rainy and chilly here.  Good for atmosphere.

Travel

Gray and 60 degrees

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Beltane               Waning Flower Moon

Westin, Port Royal Plantation, Hilton Head Island, South Carolina

First night in a non-moving bed since Friday.  Slept fine.  It is gray and 60 degrees here this morning.  The Atlantic broods nearby, gray and pondering the upcoming hurrican season which begins on June 1, just as I arrive back home in the center of the continent.

Headed downstairs to the California Cafe for breakfast.

Travel

Hilton Head Island

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Beltane        Waning  Flower Moon

The Silver Meteor delivered me to Savannah, Georgia at 6:30 a.m. this morning.  The train station was not, as I had imagined, in downtown Savannah but well out of town, about 20 miles from the airport where I had to pick up my rental car.

Lester, the sleeping car attendant, woke me at 6:15.  I wake up slowly so I had not yet begun to take in the whole world and there I was in the humid Savannah morning.  Kudzu vines enveloped trees, creating a tree-shaped outline made of the vine.  Spanish moss hangs from trees and there are low places and swamps dotted throughout.

The drive to Hilton Head takes about an hour and I surprised myself by driving straight to the Westin.  A navigational highlight of the day followed by many wrong turns later on this oddly organized island.

Instead of municipal governments the Island has plantations.  The Westin, for example, is in Port Royal Plantation on the heel of the Island.  When Kate and I took off for lunch at Crazy Crab, we had to go to Sea Pine Plantation on the other end of the ocean side of Hilton Head.  Sea Pines has a gate and charged us $5! to get in.  That explained the Crazy part.

After proving several times that finding the Westin was a fluke, we made it back where I took a long nap and Kate went to get educated.

The  Atlantic,at least today, is gray and has a forbidding aura, quite different from the placid Pacific I know better from Hawai’i.

Kate and I walked the beach and while.  We came upon a beached jelly fish.  It felt like jelly when I poked it with my finger.  The lifeguard said they were cannonball jellies or jelly balls.  They don’t sting.

I learned about sea oats and the protective nature of the dunes on which they grow.  The dunes are not play areas and their vegetation has legal protection since they hold they dunes together and the dunes buffer the insistent work of the waves.

The Westin serves a grits and gravy dish with flash seared shrimp that made me happy.  Low country cooking is tasty.

This whole area, the low country, gets its name from the era of the plantations.  Early on white settlers discovered malaria made growing the indigo and rice crops impossible them.  Thanks to the sickle cell trait, however, many Africans have total or some immunity.

Hurray!  During the growing season white plantation owners would retreat to the highlands of South Carolina and leave the plantation in the care of their slaves.  The slaves worked the land, brought in the crop and got crummy accommodations, no wages and oppression as thanks.

It is more than a little peculiar that this Island organizes itself around the notion of plantations.  I find it distasteful.

Over and out from the Atlantic Coast.