Shortly after setting out, we crossed the South Carolina border and
chalked up our first new state since entering Florida over a week ago.
Granny's Letters:
Most southern towns of any size contain some very large homes. The city
of Columbia has combined several of its treasures into
Historic House Museums. With houses like this, we
really wished we had the time to take the guided tour that is offered.
Just before we reached Winnsboro, we came upon the South Carolina
Railroad Museum. It is open, June through October, on the first and third
Saturdays. Winnsboro is another town with a number of huge and attractive
houses. Not surprisingly, there are always a few, like this example, in
need of attention but most are like the town hall and quite well kept.
The town of Chester has pride in itself and its history and has its Civil
War monument in one of the more attractive settings we have seen.
As we pulled into the parking lot to grab this record of our visit to
Lando, about four SC State Patrol cruisers invaded the area. One perused
my driver's license while I described our mission. With a smile, he
wished us a good day and we were soon on our way. The troopers were
meeting at a nearby bridge as we drove on. I don't know whether I was
merely questioned as they gathered to nab some dangerous criminal of if
they were disappointed that we were not more dangerous ourselves. In the
area where the Tompson's dog ate Gertrude's bread, Chris spotted this
possible home of the villain's descendant. As Granny reported, the roads
from here on were good with "lots of cement" but we weren't the
only one who knew that and the congestion was incredible. I suspect we'll
see a lot of that along the east coast. It seemed to take forever to get
to Lexington.
Through Durham and on to Oxford. As the picture shows, we were losing the
sun as we moved beyond Oxford but no motels were to be found. We crossed
into Virginia before stopping for the night at Clarksville.