Redcliffe Plantation, Saturday October 20th, 2007

This past Saturday was full of thick, Southern promise which was made with real lard. Originally, my darling hubbin was going to be hung over and recovering in bed from a party on Friday night. I was going to go to the SC Wooden Boat Show since he wouldn't want to go. This did not so much happen because we both spent Friday in bed. We spent so much of it in bed that he slept nearly 12 hours, and I overslept by an hour making myself 20 minutes late for work.

This basically means we were fresh as daisies for traipsing about on Saturday. I found out more about the SC Wooden Boat Show which made me less inclined to go. I found out about some other festivals on Saturday and ran them by John. He found a few more, and we decided on the Living History Park's shindig in North Augusta, SC.

We found out that the Living History Park was basically a ren faire for different time periods. Since parking was a nightmare, we gave up on that and went to look for food. Long story short, we found the best mustard based barbecue we'd ever had. We also found out that folks in Langley, SC have two things: God and sweet potatoes. We didn't bother stopping at the Sweet Potato Festival in Langley. Since we'd been thinking about going for a while, though, we ended up at the Redcliffe Plantation.



In spite of the company—cranky people older than Methuselah from a church in Carrumbia and some rednecks—it was really pretty enjoyable. The guide was knowledgeable, as most of the State Park interpretive guides tend to be. The park was well maintained. The house was beautiful. The only real drawback was the drought. It was dryer than a camel toe. We had a chance to go to a once-a-year tour of a nearby graveyard, but I had to go home and get some sleep. We'll probably go back again for some more pictures since the batteries died in the camera.