Thom and I made great time on I 95 after leaving the Folly early on Monday. We pulled off the freeway to eat homemade pork loin sandwiches near Brunswick, Georgia. That's where a trio of white racists recently hunted down and murdered Ahmaud Arbery. May they burn in Hell.
We averaged 70 mph all the way to Columbia, SC despite taking several scenic detours. Our hotel wasn't far from the Riverfront Park and Canal. We saw otters swimming in the canal, and a sign indicated the area was inhabited by mink as well.
The towpath offers a great space for locals to exercise in the evenings.
Carolinians built the canal early in the 19th century so that boats could avoid the rapids of the Congaree and Broad Rivers. The Confederacy used it to generate funds for the Civil War. Freeway signs also promote the nearby Confederate Relic Museum. Read the description and weep. The defeated past is always very much the proud present in Dixie.
No sooner had we begun trying to get in our 10,000 steps after a long day of driving than did the emergency alert on my phone blare. Curfew had gone into effect at 7:45 p.m. for the downtown area where our Holiday Inn Express was located.
Nobody else in the very mixed crowd of park goers paid any attention so neither did we. A gas station cashier told us the next morning that "outsiders" had burned a city government car and looted a jewelry store over the weekend.
For some reason, Spanish moss always reminds me of Hush Hush, Sweet Charlotte.
On our way back to the nearly deserted hotel (the pandemic had closed two entire floors), we passed the Memorial Garden & Pathway to Remembrance at Riverfront Park. It honors South Carolina crime victims. Just try to find out who they might be.
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