My Return to Lonesome Dove
Do you remember the 1989 miniseries, Lonesome Dove? It was immensely popular at the time, drawing over 26 million viewers. Nominated for 18 Emmys, it won 7. My son became interested in the Lonesome Dove series of books after watching a recent western series called The English, an extremely dark tale where virtually everyone turned …
The Last Mosquito
Episode Fourteen—The End
Since our plane didn’t leave until later in the day, Ken and Carol drove us around a beautiful neighborhood before we stopped at—ta-da-da-da—a quilt shop. It was fabulous. Marietta’s was so close and had the best reviews of any quilt shops around—and there were a lot in the Greenville area. Marietta’s had a decent amount …
Episode Thirteen—Destination: North Carolina
First stop in our action-packed day: Campbell’s Covered Bridge. This is the last remaining covered bridge in South Carolina. Really beautiful spot. Look at all that granite. The bridge has been closed for maintenance and painting. It looks like new. But not underneath. There’s water and green everywhere you look! Here’s a shot of Beaverdam …
Episode Twelve—All Around Abbeville
We headed off to Abbeville, a tiny town off the beaten path. With Wendy and two of her children, we enjoyed a fabulous lunch at Indigenous Underground, a new hotspot recommended by local resident Brady who joined us for the day. I ordered southern eggs Benedict: biscuits and pepper gravy with pork and eggs. Oh …
Episode Eleven—Into the Wilderness
Episode Ten—A Greenville Adventure
We stayed with old friends, Ken and Carol, who moved to South Carolina about a year ago. They have a lovely, brand-new home. The upstairs guest room is huge, so we settled in. Our touring group met up about 10:30. We shouldn’t have been surprised when this turned out to be another physically challenging day. …
Episode Nine—Check-out Time
I was kind of sad to leave our room. We developed a routine that was comfortable and entertaining. But check-out we did. We stowed our gear with the porter and took a short walk to the National Museum of the American Indian. Hardly anyone was there, although there were tons of busses of schoolchildren parked …