sunday’s travels…

Time goes by.  Always so quickly.  But I have to say I don’t mind so much.  Especially as the seasons ebb and flow.  Especially when the season is Fall.

Down South, every year, we always seem to stumble upon Fall.  It doesn’t sneak up on us like the Winter cold or smack us dead on like Summer’s heat, or even blossom overnight like Spring’s awakening.  Rather, the days stay warm as the mornings chill, confusing us as to whether we should hold onto our dreams of sun-soaked lake days or prepare for the brisk turn in the temperatures.  We haltingly embrace this time of year, wondering should we attempt to reminisce about the warmth of the summer before we fully embrace the cold of the winter.  Yet, Fall prepares us and invites us outdoors like no other season does.  We anxiously await for the temperatures to cool and the colors to change.  We stifle our excitement for Halloween until it spills over like we are little kids in costumes all over again and secretly wish this time of year could actually last just a teeny bit longer.

So it was a perfect chance on Sunday to head out of Columbia and its lingering summer and up to the Blue Ridge Mountains which have fully embraced autumn….the colors have already started to turn and the temperatures have already started to fall.  I ventured my way up with my pops to the rents property up in Tigerville, SC…about 20 miles south of Hendersonville, NC.  Sitting on about 180 acres, we made our way around the lake and traipsed all throughout the trees and brush.  The greatest failure of the day was not crossing paths with any black bears, however we did rustle up a startled Tom Turkey.

The property sits in an area of South Carolina known as “The Dark Corner”, a term garnered for the lawlessness that characterized the area and referenced men that were tied to the land.  Known for it’s “murders, moonshiners, and mayhem” the area first became home to deserters and skulkers of the Civil War.  A landscape still dominated by apple and peach orchards, it is truly a lovely little part of SC.   It’s here, just a few miles down the road, where we came across the only remaining covered bridge left in SC.  Campbell’s Covered Bridge, built in 1909 and left open to traffic all the way until the early 1980’s! The bridge is actually of a crooked stance and does not go directly across the river, the original builder just wanted to “make it work” without altering the river’s banks.  Added to the National Register in 2009…’twas a perfect start to the best time of year.