As, for instance, a stop at the Santee Wildlife Refuge in more-or-less Summerton, South Carolina, where there are endangered alligators (saw a skull at the visitor center, probably from a gator killed by a poacher, but no live critters, which is just fine with me; what ugly animals they are) and a burial mound that both Brits and Yanks used as a fort back in the Disturbance-in-the-Colonies days. By that time, the local Santee tribe had little use for it, as contact with Europeans had reduced their numbers from 3,000 to fewer than 500. The tribe was extirpated by 1800.
|Not quite the Acropolis, but the site of a notable American victory over British forces in... oh. Sorry.|
In Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina, I accidentally purchased a gardenia that will not thrive in northern Virginia, and skidded into a u-turn when I saw this picturesque church. Why?
|Give you hint: not because it's picturesque.|
|Get it? Get it?!?|
Finally, in Richmond, Virginia, once the capital of the confederacy, I perused the statuary, much as Beatrice did in Copenhagen. Except hers was a mermaid and mine was mostly soldiers, statesmen and allegories.
|Then I had lunch at an old-world Italian place, followed by what Beatrice would call pancakes by way of a sweet. The restaurant pictured here, and I, call them crepes.|