We started the day off this morning with a drive over to Daniel Island. Just residential, not really worth the time, but it wasn't very far. I did see my first wild life! Buzzards. They were munching on a possum who had a collision with a car. They had dragged it over to the side of the road. I got out of the car to take a picture and a dozen of them flew out of the tree right above it--except for one who stood his ground until I got too close to him, too.
We went back to the trailer to relax for about an hour and then set off to Bowens Island. It is literally in the middle of the marsh. We turned off Folly Road and drove a narrow, desolate road for probably a mile or so, and that road turned into a dirt road. To our surprise there were several houses that just didn't seem to fit, but it was like a private compound.
I just had to stop and take a picture of a church we passed. I couldn't get the whole thing, but what fascinated us was the covered walk--we could imagine brides walking down to the church. The lady in the salon told Susan that many people come to Charleston to get married--as many or more as Las Vegas. I find that hard to believe, but what do I know. Anyway, I couldn't get the shot I wanted because there was a gate. Here is what I could get. There was an old cemetery on the church grounds that I would have loved to have visited, but it was too dark. Never enough time for Charleston.