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| Figurehead of the HMS Caledonia at Robert Sarco's Antique Sales and Restorations, Hollywood |
On the road again. It's dark thirty...my little sideways moniker for the ungodly early morning hours. I barrel down Maybank, cross bridges, dodge bright lights, navigate the dark and sinuous twists and turns of River Road, cross the Stono (twice), wait in line on Main Road, cross the Limehouse, and then finally break free on the Savannah Highway! Where are these people going, and why are there so many of them? I yearn to be alone on River Road so I can entertain some sort of magic for the day ahead. Alone...my mantra. Overhanging oak branches hold hands and sing a little pluff mud song in the salty breeze. I cross nine bridges...give or take...and narrow country roads wind past places like the the Lazy B, the hefty once-upon-a-time figurehead of the HMS Caledonia, various creeks and landings, white squirrels, and a village on Yonges Island. I take a long, deep draw of creek smell and my mind's eye visualizes the people whose lives are tied to such places as Red Top, Peter's Field, Ravenel, Meggett, Rantowles, Sugar Hill, Adam's Run, and Edisto. I go as far as I can go; I turn left; and I am someplace I swore I would never be again. The moon sets; day dawns; bells ring; and then...? Oh yes, I hear God laughing! And I do think He laughs at me?
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot -- "Little Gidding" (Four Quartets)
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| Love this little boat. You can find it at Sarco's, too! |
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| Mustang...do you have one in red? |
