This is the official photographic essay of where My Darling Husband and I went for Christmas.
From the hills of Tennessee...

...to a place near
Walhalla, SC.

Near, yet so far away.

Tucked away in the woods.

Is a cabin where one can peacefully and quietly enjoy visiting with family members after a long drive.


And then, after a good night's sleep, awaken on Christmas morning to this view:


An enclosed back deck invites one to sit in the great outdoors in warmer months.

The deck beckons you

down to a river. We hear that the fishing is good in this area.


On the way out of town--
You know you're in the South when you spot a general store selling
boiled peanuts.

Up here in Kansas and the rest of the great Midwest, we have snow-cone stands in the summer. Now that makes perfect sense to my always-lived-in-Kansas-mind: one needs a cool something to slurp in the sweltering heat and humidity. On our trip to South Carolina, I saw a snow-cone-and-boiled peanuts stand. I suppose that the snow-cone's purpose in Southern life is to wash down the peanuts.
Silly northerner!
ReplyDeleteYou use Coke to wash down peanuts. All southerners know that!
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