Author: Easin' Along

When Helen and I planned our winter trip through Florida and up the east coast, we intended to spend the last two days in Charleston before heading home. We stayed longer. Readers know that our son and his family live there and we love going there. Our fifth-wheel fits nicely in their driveway. With an electric outlet nearby and a water connection a few feet away, we have all the comforts of an exclusive RV resort. Add in the bonus of two lovely granddaughters to hug, and Charleston becomes the perfect place to cap off a winter RV trip.

We have endured less than perfect weather during this entire trip, and Charleston gave us more of the same. A cold mist settled in as we arrived and hooked up in our driveway campsite.  Our son purchased tickets to an Oyster Roast at the Yacht Club near his home on our first night.  Several of his friends would join us for an evening of food and fun. Thankfully, the rain stayed away.

A tailgate tent served as our dining room.  Drink locations, scattered across the Clubhouse lawn, made it easy to maintain social distancing. Within a few minutes of our arrival, two young men came to our tent and unloaded a bushel of steamed oysters on our table. We all dove in.  What could be better after a day of driving? The oysters, cooked to perfection, gave us no difficulty shucking several dozen.

As stated earlier, we intended to stay for two days, but Helen and I decided that wasn’t enough grandchildren time. We had always wanted to camp at James Island County Park, a very popular and highly regarded campground, but things never worked out for us.  On a whim, Helen decided to call the reservation office to see if we could secure a campsite for three nights. Luck was with us, although we would have to move to a different campsite for the third night. Big deal, moving is part of camping, we always say. Helen jumped at the opportunity.  

James Island County Park is a huge facility.  There are hiking and biking trails, playgrounds, water parks, dog parks, and a lovely lake in addition to the campground. We finally enjoyed some sunshine and spent an afternoon on the bike trail with our family getting some much-needed exercise and fresh air.

Folly Beach, a short drive from the park, offered another opportunity to take advantage of the Charleston area’s beauty.  Although we chose a cold, windy day to walk the beach, we enjoyed a brisk walk in the bright sunshine, and the girls seemingly paid no attention to the cooler temperature.  

Fortunately, COVID has not prevented our grandchildren from attending school so, with the children in the classroom and their parents at work, Helen and I decided to sample one of Charleston’s best Fish and Chips restaurants for lunch. Codfather’s Fish and Chips serves authentic British-style food, served wrapped in paper just as the Brits do it. The cod, lightly breaded and crisply fried, was served alongside hand-cut fried potatoes. The only thing we needed after that meal was a nap.

Once we moved to the campground, we spent most of our evenings there, cooking, watching movies, and just hanging out.  Time passed by all too quickly and, before we realized it, the time had come for us to head toward home. Nevertheless, a six-week journey had ended perfectly with plenty of time to relax and enjoy.

We’ll be Easin’ Along again starting in mid-April.  Details to follow—please join us.

I may be all over the place with this post. Helen and I are safely back in Knoxville, very grateful for a relaxing time in Florida and along the east coast. We enjoyed a break from COVID concerns by remaining pretty close to our vacation home on wheels and for the precautions taken by some conscientious campground managers. To be sure, we stayed cautious, but we never felt at risk.

Once we returned home, I had every intention of sharing the final stops on our journey. Still, we had a large bag of mail to sort, family matters to attend to, a couple of medical appointments and a trailer to clean out and prepare for the next trip starting in April. Then, Spring Fever hit, and I’ve never felt so lazy and energy-sapped in my life. I expected this to last for only a couple of days, but it continued for over a week, and I pushed last week’s post forward.  Nevertheless, the spring flowers are blooming now; the spring rains have moved out, and I’m ready to share a few details about our time in Beaufort, SC, while camped at the Marine Recruiting Base at Parris Island.  

Our stay there was limited to three nights, which doesn’t leave a lot of time to explore.  Our last visit to Parris Island in the late summer of 2017 and a previous trip in pre-RV days afforded more time on the ground, and we gained an appreciation for the charm of Beaufort, a small southern town filled with both history and beauty. I have posted a few pictures to illustrate that grace and charm.

Port Royal, a small fishing village adjacent to the Marine Base, was the site of our only excursion away from the campground. We both love good seafood, and our friend, Mary, a long-time Beaufort resident, recommended Fishcamp, a seafood restaurant alongside the fishing docks in Port Royal. We decided to leave camp early and see what Port Royal had to offer.  Our first stop, Maggie Mae’s Now and Then Shop kept us occupied until dinner. Readers know that we love antique and consignment stores and browse through them at every opportunity. Maggie Mae’s, filled to the ceiling, gave us a lot to look through.

Fishcamp on 11^th Street had very few patrons when we arrived, which gave me pause, but, as it turned out, we beat the crowd by only a few minutes.  Diners soon filled the place and gave us plenty of company.  My meal, a seafood platter, was delicious.  Helen ordered a Grouper dish that turned out not to her liking. Dining experiences like this happen occasionally.  I tend to stick to the tried and true, while she is a bit more adventuresome when it comes to menu items. She wins more often than not, but not this time.

Parris Island is where young men and women are rigorously trained and ultimately wear United States Marine uniforms.  Although I spent a career in the Army, I never met a Marine that I didn’t look upon with pride and respect. There is something about a Marine and their makeup that sets them apart as something special. Life as a Marine isn’t for everyone, but, thankfully, it is for the few and the proud. Helen and I passed several groups of young recruits within days of their arrival at Parris Island.  Drill Instructors were offering “fatherly advice and counseling” to one formation standing at rigid attention. We wish them nothing but the best and thank them for their service to our country. I’m grateful they’re on our side.

Well, I managed to hold everything together for this post and didn’t get off the rails too far. Maybe my Spring Fever is behind me. I do have one exciting bit of news that perhaps led to a cure. We found a new tow vehicle for Dora.  I began looking several months ago only to learn that the specifications I wanted for a truck are exceedingly hard to find right now with all of the interest in RVs. Ultimately, I found just what I was looking for in Clearwater, FL.  I completed a purchase agreement over the phone with some exceptionally nice people at Walker Ford in Clearwater and drove down last weekend to pick it up.

Meet Ruby.  She’s just itching to go Easin’ Along with us on the road less traveled. Have a great week, everyone.

Helen and I drove north from Jacksonville, going from one military base to another. Our next stop would be the Eagle Hammock RV Park at King’s Bay Naval Submarine Base. We tried to stay at Eagle Hammock on our return from Florida last year, but two blown tires on Lucy within an hour forced us to cancel the reservation over President’s weekend.  After replacing the tires, there were no sites available.  Eagle Hammock has a solid reputation as a campground, with plenty to do along the Georgia Coast. We eagerly looked forward to the experience and had reservations for seven days.

Cold weather was still upon us on our first morning, but the clouds started to break up.  Helen told me that we should go into nearby St. Mary’s, Georgia, explore a bit, and obtain information on the ferry ride to Cumberland Island National Seashore…I’m good at following directions.

Although small, St. Marys, founded in 1767, has Early American charm. The town has endured past warfare, yet many of the original structures remain intact and well-preserved.  I placed two examples here.  One picture shows a church building, now used as a residence, and an antebellum home, built in the 1830s.

After a stroll around town, Helen collected information from the National Park Service office about ferry times and fees.  We chose to make the trip another day when the weather improved and decided to go for a hike through Crooked River State Park, a short drive away. When we arrived, I was surprised to see how many visitors were there on a weekday.  The Campground was nearly full of snowbirds, as well as families with children. I assumed that this is a by-product of the COVID pandemic.

We walked about two miles along some beautiful paths and the marsh. We only observed one person on the water, a fisherman.  He didn’t appear to enjoy himself very much in the strong wind, but he seemed well-equipped for anything.

We spent the next day doing laundry. Navy campgrounds and inns are the best because they offer washers and dryers for free.  Our clothes hamper overflowed with the remnants of Florida fun, and we needed to remedy that. While waiting for the laundry to finish, we shopped at the well-stocked commissary for dinner items.

Our son recommended that we try a meal at Steffen’s Restaurant near the Submarine Base.  My waistline was getting away from me on this trip, but a good biscuit breakfast with homemade gravy was too tempting, and we moved out early the day after laundry day.  I made a promise that I would walk every bite off during a hike around Fort Clinch State Park later that afternoon. Steffens did not disappoint. I LOVE places like this.

Fort Clinch State Park is in Fernandina Beach, Florida, and about 30 miles south of King’s Bay. The plan was to hike along the beach looking for shark’s teeth and maybe do some more exploring in the town of Amelia Island. Pretty weather finally found us. 

Fort Clinch, constructed in 1847 at the mouth of the St. Mary’s River to protect the deep-water port of Fernandina, eventually became one of the first State Parks in Florida. The road into the park is covered in palms and live oaks, creating a very scenic entry.  We parked our vehicle, paid our park fees, and walked to the beach.   After about an hour of walking the beach, we found no shark’s teeth but did find a great place to relax and spend some time outdoors. The beach behind the fort had very few visitors.

Next up on our itinerary was a visit to Cumberland Island National Seashore, a National Park that I’m not sure I knew about before we planned this trip. We’ve visited Cape Cod National Seashore and consider it a treasure.  If Cumberland Island is half as scenic, I’ll be ecstatic.

Before boarding the Cumberland Queen, a Park Ranger gave us a briefing of the do’s and don’ts of visiting the Island, reminding us several times of the scheduled departure for the return trip. If we missed the ferry, it would cost three hundred dollars for a charter vessel to bring us back to St. Mary’s.  For once, Helen promised to be on time.

The Cumberland Queen left the port at St. Mary’s for a forty-five-minute voyage up the Cumberland River under sunny skies.  The cool temperature tempted us to ride inside the ferry, but I wanted to take in the scenery, so we rode atop the vessel. A dolphin swam along beside us for much of the trip.

A pair of the famous wild horses of Cumberland Island greeted us when we arrived. Helen and I ate the lunch we packed earlier in the morning before starting a four-mile hike to the Atlantic side of the Island, the dunes, and the Dungeness Estate ruins. The pathway to the beach bordered by towering Live Oaks draped in Spanish Moss made for a great start to our hike.

After a mile or so, the pathway opened up to one of the most expansive beaches I’ve ever seen. Except for the gulls and a gaggle of Sandpipers, we had the entire area to ourselves. We walked to the south and could see King’s Bay Submarine Base in the distance.  I often stopped to take pictures, including one of two gulls taking flight.  I named them the Wright Brothers.

Soon, the trail turned from the beach toward the dunes, then on to the Dungeness Estate, built in 1884 by Thomas and Lucy Carnegie, owners of Cumberland Island at the time. A fire took a sizeable portion of the home early in the twentieth century. The Estate remains in ruins but maintains a majestic appeal.  Wild horses grazed casually on the lawn (picture at top).

We made it back to the departure point in plenty of time to avoid a more expensive ride home.  We chose to ride inside for the return trip because the winds picked up. Nevertheless, a few hearty souls decided to ride on the deck. Once underway, I joined them long enough to put my camera to work.

I can’t remember when I’ve had a better day. We’re Floatin’ Along!