The Barry’d Treasure and more

Friday and Saturday November 23 & 24, 2012
Site 83 Hunting Island State Park

 

FRIDAY November 23rd

 

 

Carrie leaves the island but she’ll be with us again soon.

David takes Carrie to the Savannah Airport for her 10:05 flight home.  We are sorry to see her go but she has promised to come back for another few days in mid-December so that makes it a bit easier.  We do have such fun together

I had picked her up and got to have a little individual time with her on the way to Hunting Island so now it is his turn. 

 

We try to plan things for the fewest number of car trips possible.

Some times that works out and sometimes it doesn’t.  David has made an appointment on line for his monthly blood draw at a Lab Corps facility in Port Royal which is the town closest to Hunting Island.   He can catch it on his way back from the airport and stops there at just after 11.  His appointment is for noon.  On the door is a note saying that they are closed both Thursday and Friday.  Boy am I glad he hadn’t made a special trip.  Seems they don’t pay much attention to their internet appointments since the time he chose was not blocked out and no one notified him if this was a change in plan.  But there is also no way to call a local location.  You have to call their national office and that too is a mess.   Anyway that means he will have to make a special 40 mile round trip on Monday.  But, all is not lost. 

 

But all is not lost.  

He runs some errands while he is in “town”, including picking up a 1/2 gallon of Jamaica Me Crazy from Brusters!  I spend my time cleaning and starting the blog catch up process which Rick has noticed is quite behind.

 

 

This afternoon the winds are up and the kite flyers are out. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe we’ll go back and get our kite and find a tail for it but we get side tracked meeting our new neighbors.

Joel, Susan, C.J. and Ike are the Barrys, and we love their vintage trailer.

 

 

I love the awning and the red propane tanks!

 

 

They have restored this 1951 Spartan Royal Mansion.  Boy is she SHINY.  Isn’t that a GREAT name?  Spartan Royal Mansion.  I just love to say it.

They did the work themselves including matching the interior ceiling woods and stains exactly.  Amazing job Susan.  I didn’t get a shot of the ceiling you replaced and the incredible job of matching that you did.  Wish I had.  Next time for sure!

 

They found a vintage stove and refrigerator of the same era and have turned this into a great family vacation RV.

 

 

 

The Mansion draws quite a bit of attention as you can imagine.  Lots of people, like us, want to hear about it and take pictures.  That’s one of the things Joel loves about it. David talks to him quite a while about all the work and hunting for parts that went into getting it on the road.

 

Dinner time -  more leftovers including PIE and the last of the whipped cream!

 Well we did have to use it up – right?

 

This leads to another one of those fake naps.  This one is the typing fake rather than the reading fake.  Doesn’t he look like he’s deep in thought with his fingers over the keyboard??   J

 

 

 

 

SATURDAY November 24th

 

Low tide is a great place to run.

 

Lots of things to see and lots of room to run around them so they don’t become an obstacle course.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I try to run around the patterns the water makes in the sand so I don’t disturb them.   They are so beautiful I know others will want to enjoy them.

 

 

In the afternoon we bike down to the Nature Center.

The fishing pier is located here as are the trail heads of several trails.

This is a small little center but extremely well done.  We always visit it when we come to Hunting Island  and are always impressed at the amount of information provided in an interesting and informative way.

 

They have the day’s tides on a chalk board right outside the door.  This is important information if you want to walk the beaches in this area or to kayak.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All the better to shred you with my dear!

This time I am particularly amazed at the shark teeth - in the shark jaw.  I had no idea what they actually do is shred their prey or at least some of them. Am I the only one who was too scared to watch Jaws so everyone else knows this?

Their teeth are tiny and sharply pointed and 3 or 4 layers deep.   Pretty scary.  In fact I’m so scared I don’t take a picture of the jaw and then it is a comedy of errors trying to go back and get it for this post.  That’s a story for another day but here are the pictures I finally got. 

 

Hope you can see those rows of tiny shredders on the top.  If not, click this picture and take a closer look.

 

 

Not so scary is Buddy, the resident Diamondback terrapin.

 

As we watch, she swims around in her tank in the center of the room and crawls out on to the “land” to take a better look at us leaning over to stare at her. 

 

 

 

 

 

Buddy is a long term resident at the center.  She has injured back feet and cannot survive in the wild.  Not sure what Santa plans to bring her in this teeny tiny sock.   

 

 

We leave buddy and walk out to the pier to see the spartina along the lagoon.  The grasses are lovely in the low country in the fall.  No dolphins this time.  Looks like we need Nancy.

 

 

 

The day just seems to slip away. I sure do love this life.

Time to head back before it gets dark.  We have forgotten to put our lights on our bikes.  We seldom use them since we rarely ride after dark.  It’s approximately an 8 mile ride on Route 21 down and back  from the campground to the center so we have plenty of time.

 

Though these are definitely some long shadows here.