The Intracoastal Waterway and the Outer Banks

After traversing the southern states, driving the length of the Natchez Trace and making our way to Nashville, we decided to continue east towards the coast to travel south to Florida. Next year, we’ll travel from from Florida inland through some of the states we’ve visited and then continue north. So with plan in mind, we began aiming east. Along the drive we stopped for a walk to the viewpoint of the Linn Cove Viaduct, the first bridge of its type to be built in America. Using computer technology, the bridge was built with minimal disruption to the surrounding area, preserving the flora and fauna.

And then we came to the spectacular Linville falls.

The volume of water rushing down was huge and you could see the upper cascade where it flowed behind the rock wall face before tumbling over the escarpment.

The information board at the start of the short hike promised wonderful views of the valley below and we weren’t disappointed.

Then a short distance along provided another viewpoint of the falls.

Continuing down along the trail, we made our way to the bottom of the waterfall.

There were three hikes to view the falls, none of which were particularly long, but all had spectacular views.

Peter checking the direction we should be headed on the Strava App.

Along the trails, tucked in amongst the green, there were some beautiful blooms.

One of the things I like about roads like the Blueridge Parkway, is the many opportunities for hikes along the way. There are trail heads quite regularly that provide a variety of length trails and all have spectacular scenery.

We whose the Hawk’s Bill Rock hike and, as we’d come to expect in this region, it was mostly uphill.

There were beautiful flowers that added colour to the green, the birds were singing and the scenery at the top was spectacular.

Peter sitting on the Hawk’s Bill Rock

Our next stop was Craggy Gardens. We were there at the right time of year to see the Rhododendrons in full bloom, however, they were a little later blooming this year due to the cold weather they’d had, so many were still in bud or with only a few blooms showing their wonderful colour.

Still, the views were spectacular.

Not long after leaving this area, we crossed into Virginia.

As we drove, with no particular destination in mind, just heading east, we traversed another of these bridges that are quite steep to allow boats to travel underneath. We would realise once we arrived at the coast that tall, steep bridges like this are very common. I discovered that this region contained a number of antebellum mansions that gave tours. Shirley, was the oldest dating from the early 1700s, so we googled directions. We drove down a very narrow dirt road that both google maps and the signs on the road, indicated was the right direction. We arrived at a locked gate with CLOSED emblazoned across it. Disappointing, because there their website gave no indication of hours of operation. We discovered later that they have a restaurant and winery, but that the family who own it, actually live in the house, so tours happen twice per year and are booked out as soon as tickets open.

Not to be deterred, and not far back I’d also seen signs to an estate called Berkeley. Google provided me with directions and confirmed that they were open for tours. Berkeley is the second oldest antebellum mansion in the region, dating from 1723.

This sign greeted us at the entrance to the driveway.

Clarence, who hosted our tour of 6 people was the best tour guide we’d had so far. Very entertaining and incredibly knowledgeable. We didn’t get the impression that he was parroting what he’d learned but that he really knew everything about the house, the people who lived there, and the area. He must have been 70 years old if he was a day! He was rake thin, and dressed in period costume. A thick, double-breasted linen shirt and brown knickerbocker pantaloons with a double buttoned front.

Berkeley is situated on the James River, on 1,000 acres of land that are still farmed today. According to Clarence, the first 10 presidents of the United States danced on the timber floors that are still all original from its construction in 1726. Berkeley historical information contentiously, also disputes the claim of that the first Thanksgiving took place in Plymouth. They argue instead, that it occurred in 1619, over a year earlier on the banks of the James River, where Captain John Woodlief landed with a small party of men, named the land Berkeley, and held a service to thank God for their safe journey.

One of the first shipyards was build on the River at Berkeley in 1621. The plantation house was built by Benjamin Harrison IV, a wealthy and prominent Virginian and lived in by generations of the Harrison family. His son, Benjamin V, a staunch patriot, was Virginia’s fifth governor, a Virginia delegate to the Continental Congress and a signatory on the Declaration of Independence. Berkeley was also the home of the US’s 9th president, William Henry Harrison, who also has the dubious honour of being the shortest reigning President, from 4 March – 4 April, 1841, when he died.

Like many of these grand homes however, it has had a checkered past. During the American Revolution (1775-1783), 18 warships were built at Berkeley ship yards, making it a target for the British. The family moved out, fearing reprisals and these came with the arrival of the traitor, Benedict Arnold and the Redcoats who set fire to all the furniture in the house and razed the crops and outbuildings. Because of its sturdy brick outer however, the house remained standing. The Harrisons returned in 1784 and spent 4 years restoring the house and land.

Originally a tobacco plantation, during its height, 110 African slaves worked on the property. Poor farming practices however, caused crop failures and the last of the Harrisons, Dr. Benjamin Harrison VIII, gave up the property in financial ruin in the mid 1800s. During the American Civil war, the manor and land hosted 100,000 Union soldiers. Clarence explained that for the second time, everything in the house was burned by the soldiers for fires and when they left, the house fell into ruin for 50 years.

Berkeley also boasts that while stationed there, General Daniel Butterfield wrote the army’s first official bugle call, “Taps.” “Taps” was first commissioned to play at the burial for a soldier but from 1891, it has been played at military funerals and evening flag ceremonies on military bases. ​

John Jamieson purchased the property in 1907 and his son Malcolm and daughter-in-law Grace spent years restoring it. Clarence told us that Malcolm was very eager to host tours of the manor, but Grace was vehemently against it. Malcolm won out, and the first tours began in 1938 under the proviso from Grace that every tourist must be gone by 5pm and they were not to be allowed in the upper floors. If Malcolm got carried away and let a group stay past 5pm, Grace would bang on the wooden floor upstairs until the people left.

While beautifully furnished with antique and period furniture, none of it is original to the house. When Grace and Malcolm began their renovations with the intention of living in the house, they purchased every piece of furniture from the adjoining manor, whose furniture had been spared because of their allegiance to America.

Although all the outbuildings and slave accommodation was destroyed during the Civil War, there are 2 accurate representations of slave quarters on the property, a legacy of the 2018 biographical film Harriet, on the life of the abolitionist, Harriet Tubman.

The grounds are quite magnificent, having been restored to their former glory.

Our next stop was Jamestown Mariners’ Museum and another surprise. At $1.00 each for entry, that’s not a typo – $1.00 per person, this museum is fantastic. We arrived as they opened at 9am, left to grab coffee and for lunch, but otherwise, spent the best part of the day!

One of their main drawcards is the USS Monitor and the Batten Conservation Complex which is, according to the brochure, “part of the world’s largest marine archaeological metals conservation facility,” housing more than 210 tons of artifacts.

The USS Monitor was an ironclad war ship, one of the first built from iron, not wood and using steam, rather than sail power. It was used during the Battle of Hampton Roads on March 9, 1862! I had no idea that vessels were this technologically advanced so early.

The Monitor sank during a storm on December 31, 1862 and sits on the ocean floor off North Carolina’s Outer Banks. However, the wreck was discovered in 1973 and a team of ocean archaeologists were able to raise a number of artifacts, the largest being the Monitor’s 115 ton revolving gun turret, 2 Dahlgren guns and its steam propulsion engine. All of which are on display in the museum.

This image is from the museum website and it gives an idea of the size of the turret. In the museum, any angle for a photo just looked like some dark metal but it was fascinating to walk around.

Although the remains of the ship are still under the ocean, a number of interesting items that were recovered in the turret are also on display, including a sailors wool jacket, shoes, coins and a knife.

But that’s just one room in the museum, of 12 rooms!

The ship model gallery was amazing! There are a number of people whose hobby is recreating to scale model ships and the detail is unbelievable. There were 2 model makers working when we toured and we spend quite a while chatting to them about the intricacies and details they go to, to replicate these ships. On average, depending on the model, they can take between one and two years to complete and they make every piece from scratch.

The models below, which are a small selection of the 35 on display, were the life’s work of August and Winnifred Crabtree. They follow the history of boating and every one is to scale, intricately carved and with working parts. August, born in 1905, began as an actual ship builder and then built model ships for Hollywood. There are models from a primitive raft to a 15th century Spanish galleon and more modern ocean liners. They were very difficult to photograph because of the lighting and the fact they were all behind glass cases.

SS Howick Hall, 1910

Egyptian Seagoing Vessel, circa 1480 BC

Roman Merchant Ship circa 50 AD

Santa Maria, Christopher Columbus’ flagship, 1492

The other area we found very interesting was the International Small Craft centre, a huge warehouse-sized room that housed actual boats that varied from canoes, to small yachts, to motor boats.

For example, this Bull Boat, circa 1939, came from the Hidatsa Nation, North Dakota and is a traditional canoe made from buffalo skin stretched over willow saplings.

An asymmetrical gondola, from the mid-nineteenth century which is one of only a handful that were built to offset the gondolier’s weight.

A Catboat, circa 1927, this actual boat was sailed on the Amazon.

Any James Bond fans will recognise this boat from the classic Roger Moore scene where they race these boats down Venice canals in For Your Eyes Only.

The maritime museum is not the only attraction in Jamestown however, and since we spent almost an entire day at the maritime museum, we stayed to visit the park and the other historical sites the following day. One of the benefits of travelling the way we do, we can stay as long as we like and change our itinerary at the drop of a hat. So, the following day we visited Jamestown Island, the Yorktown Battlefield archaeological park and the Archaearium Archaeological Museum.

Established in 1930, the park preserves sites of English colonisation from the 16th and 17th centuries and the American Revolution.

We walked around Jamestown Island off the Colonial Parkway early in the morning and happened upon the glassblower, setting the furnace for later demonstrations. This is a recreation of a 17th century glass furnace, complete with the artisan who fashions glass objects using the same tools and techniques as they did centuries ago. Not the place to work on a warm day however!

When the turtles are mating and moving around more, they close the roads to traffic so they don’t get run over.

And there’s always a cute squirrel, just waiting for a photo!

I had to sneak in another cute squirrel photo. This one was enjoying his breakfast. There were also heaps of Fiddler crabs. We learned that only the males have the large claw. Don’t be concerned by the size of the crab in the photo, though, the largest ones are actually only about the size of a finger joint.

The archaeological and battle sites were a mixture of recreations, restorations and archaeological ruins. Because it’s now America’s summer break, schools and universities have several months off so there were budding archaeologists on a camp, assisting with a current dig.

Recreated galleons

The first settlers arrived here in May 1607 in 3 wooden ships. Soon thereafter, the 104 men were besieged by Natives so one of their first tasks was building a wooden fort. Its recreation is on the site but this was one of many challenges. They found ample water from snow run-off initially but as summer came, the fresh water dried up and wells, contaminated with salt water, became unpotable.

However, the cedar, walnut and sassafras trees they felled for building timbers was considered lucrative and until 1620, it was shipped back to England when the cost exceeded the profit and they turned to harvesting tobacco.

Some of the excavated ruins from the first settlement

A recreation showing what the timber fort looked like and its positioning on the site, determined by the archaeological dig.

The first 3 ships that arrived from England held only men but eventually they realised that the jobs women completed and indeed, the ability to further the colony, relied on women. In 1620, 2 ships arrived containing 90 women recruited by the Virginian Company expressly to wed the settlers. The women were skilled in brewing, baking, sewing and of course, they bore children.

At this time also, several dozen “captive Angolans” were landed in the colony and became the first slaves. In fact, archaeologists have discovered information about an African woman named Angela, one of the first whose identity has been revealed and who lived in the settlement in 1625.

By then too, the settlement had the resemblance of England, with habitable houses, livestock, crops and the variety of artisans required to supply all the needs of a growing town. Including government. The settlers chose Captain John Smith as their governor in 1608 and the first General Assembly met in the church, originally a wooden structure, the first brick church was constructed in 1639, this renovated church is circa 1750.

The Jamestown settlement is also where, in 1614 John Rolfe, who is credited with the development of the tobacco crop in the settlement, married Pocahontas, the daughter of the Powhatan chief and which enabled a relative peace between the native people and the settlers. According to accounts by settlers however, Pocahontas had many interactions with the new arrivals from her childhood, and as the daughter of a chief, had managed to save and free a number of captured English settlers.

She gave birth to a son and in 1616 the family and a number of Powhatan men travelled to England with the aim of advertising the colony and encouraging more settlers. Just as they readied to return to Virginia, Pocahontas became ill and died suddenly. She is buried at St. George’s church, Gravesend. Rolfe returned to Virginia, leaving his son Thomas in England.

This bronze statue is a representation of Pocahontas, as there are no images of her.

After another full day in Jamestown we were ready to set off again. As I mentioned, we decided to take the coastal route south and saw this rather bizarre sight, travelling along the road. You might be able to guess what’s in the barrels from the second, close up photo. We assumed they were alive.

Although, their contents shouldn’t be surprising, just the manner of their travel. Crabs seem to be a culinary mainstay here. The whole way along the coast, we’ve seen very many cafes, restaurants, shacks and eateries that owe their existence to to the abundance of and culinary delights that crabs provide.

Initially, driving through areas like this was quite the novelty. Travelling along miles and miles of roads and bridges that traverse waterways on both sides like this, is not something we see in Australia. But, by the time we were traversing the Outer Banks, we’d grown accustomed to roads like the one below, which brought us to a lovely little town with a boardwalk along the Intracoastal Waterway and a very odd name.

I had to post this picture because I’m sure nobody would believe the town was actually called Duck! We had crossed the border again and were now in North Carolina. According to the historical information, it’s a very popular seaside destination and was only incorporated in 2002. Apparently, it’s a popular duck hunting region and as everybody referred to the location as “Duck” the name stuck.

These posts are installed specifically for the birds and this one had a chick

We never discovered why there were painted horses scattered around the town, rather than, oh I don’t know – maybe ducks?

As well as the very picturesque boardwalk, they had a wonderful bakery with donuts the size of…..

Well, you can see how big they were!

Not terribly far down the coast we arrived at the Wright Brothers Park, the location of Wilbur and Orville Wright’s historic first flights. However, if you didn’t know, you wouldn’t guess what this actual location is called.

Would you believe, Kill Devils Hills? This is the actual location where Orville and Wilbur Wright tested, modified and eventually managed free flight of a “heavier-than-air machine” for the first time.

In fact, these markers delineate exactly where they took off from and landed their first three successive flights.

The monument was erected in the Wright Brothers honour in 1932, and a recorded 2,000 people attended the dedication. A far cry from the few locals who helped them achieve their goal in 1903.

This is an exact replica of the plane, showing one of the locals who helped steady it, as it took off.

Nearby, we took a walk in the surrounding sand dunes to see the biggest dune in the area, and we traded photos with another tourist family.

Then, we continued our drive along the coast on Highway 12, the narrow land spit along the Outer Banks and enjoyed the varied scenery.

Each of the Lighthouses along the coast are painted differently to assist daytime navigation.

As you can see by the pictures, it was very scenic but also very varied. The other thing we’ve noticed travelling here, is the amount of unusable land. so much of this area is water and it’s flat. There’s barely a hummock, except for the very steep bridges that traverse the waterways to enable large ships and yachts easy passage along the Intracoastal Waterway. And these dunes, that vary with the wind.

There are a number of bridges along this 70 mile stretch of highway and the roads are barely above the waterline. There are also two car ferries. The first is a free ferry and takes about 20 minutes to traverse the water.

The first ferry takes you to Ocracoke Island then you drive across the island to the second ferry which takes 2 1/2 hours to Cedar Point. This one cost a reasonable $32 for Joey.

Ocracoke Island is famous for its wild ponies, although they aren’t so wild now. They have fenced in yards and are fed and cared for. Apparently, too many were hit by cars on the road so they decided to contain them. The 3 that we saw were very fit and healthy.

We also managed to be on the island when they were holding an annual music festival, so it was quite busy in the little town. We walked the length of the town and to the original lighthouse. Constructed in 1823, it’s the oldest functioning lighthouse in North Carolina, although today, the light is automated.

We spent the rest of the day listening to the music we could hear from Joey, while we waited for our 5.30pm ferry departure.

The road from Cedar Point was not dissimilar to the island roads and we had a wonderful sunset.

And a beautiful sunrise.

I need to digress for a moment, and ask a question. Have you ever been misplaced because you thought you were going to a specific place and found, when you arrived, that you weren’t where you expected to be? Let me be more specific. We’ve just arrived at Beaufort, a small town not far from the Cedar Island ferry landing. But as I perused my map, I discovered that Beaufort was actually in the next state, South Carolina. Couldn’t be! Time to check our more detailed map, and lo and behold, there’s the other little town called Beaufort. There are, it seems, more often than you would think, more than one location with the same name. This isn’t the first time we’ve been bamboozled with towns of the same name being in different places. Years ago, before GPS, we were in England searching for the motor racing circuit at Donnington. We asked directions and found it. Unfortunately, we also discovered that there were actually three Donnington’s in England and we were at the wrong one!

So, here we were, in North Carolina’s Beaufort.

We continued to hug the coast on the way south, and this Beaufort was another quaint seaside fishing town, with some cute bird houses on stilts and if you look closely, you’ll recognise that they seem to be made from eskies.

We discovered that from 1769, Beaufort was a part of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade, which landed Africans bound for plantations along the length of the coast. In fact, it is registered as a slave route with UNESCO.

As we walked around the town, we passed some lovely homes, churches and buildings with, as we’ve come to expect, a very long history.

For example, this very old graveyard, or burying ground.

Morehead City was our next stop, a larger seaside fishing town, swelling with fisherfolk attending the annual Big Rock Marlin Tournament.

Our camp for the night, south of Morehead City, was Cedar Point, a park surrounded by marshes and swamps, so we had an interesting walk the following morning.

There were literally thousands of these Fiddler Crabs.

In many places we’ve walked, we’ve heard woodpeckers. They peck at the trees, searching for bugs below the bark and they can be quite loud. But we’ve never actually seen one. Walking back through the campground, we saw our first woodpeckers.

There were two on this tree and they were the funniest thing to watch. They pecked furiously at the tree, going round and round, back and forth. It was like they were testing the bark for insects before pecking a hole because they weren’t in one place long enough. Unless it was a mating ritual, considering there were two.

Our travels have been anything but boring. We’ve discovered such varied places to visit and activities to do. Looking for interesting things to do is what brought us to the USS North Carolina Battleship. This was another of those attractions we thought we’d spend an hour or so wandering around but instead, found it incredibly informative and were the last people left after closing time!

There were information boards throughout the 9 levels of the ship which appealed to both of us. Peter enjoyed reading all the technical information and I really related to the photos and transcripts from interviews by members of the crew who explained exactly what it was like living and working aboard, during active duty and also lulls where the crew had free time.

The USS North Carolina is moored across the Cape Fear River from Wilmington. Commissioned in April 1941, she participated in every major battle in the Pacific during World War II and has been restored as a memorial to the 2,000 men who worked aboard her and the more than 11,000 North Carolinians who lost their lives during the war. She has operated as a museum from 1960.

What made it particularly interesting, was that very little of the ship was cordoned off or out of bounds and most of the equipment was in working order and hands on. So we climbed into the gun turrets, adjusted and looked through the telescopes and sights and got a real understanding of the often cramped and stifling conditions under which the sailors worked. Remembering too, that they were also stationed in tropical waters. Our actual experience combined with the information and testimonies of the crew made this an experience we’ll remember.

We could easily have spent another hour looking through the bowels of the boat which was a real rabbit warren of corridors and interconnected rooms. When we realised the time, we were quite a few levels below in the ship and although we’d been following the tour and arrow signs, with only 10 minutes to closing time we thought we’d cut and run, so to speak. Bad idea! We came to dead ends, then tried retracing our steps and got befuddled again. I did start to wonder how on earth the staff would confirm that everyone had actually vacated. Initially, we saw a couple of other people but then, all of sudden, it appeared that we were the only ones left.

When we finally found our way to the up exit stairs and through the door onto the deck, I was quite relieved.

We overnighted in Wilmington and the following morning, took a very interesting walk around the town’s historic river district. Settled in 1725, by the time the railroad reached the town in 1840, it had grown to a bustling city, which included a number of beautiful buildings and manor houses. After the Civil War (1860-1865) it became a prominent centre for the region, encouraging more growth.

Like many of the towns we’ve visited, Wilmington has an active historical society and many of the home owners have ‘come to the party’, so to speak, and have renovated or maintained their homes immaculately.

We found ourselves crisscrossing up and down the streets, reading the historical information and taking in the varied architecture.

Before we left the Wilmington area, we took a walk along the river through the high rises to the beach.

We’ve seen these before where you pedal your way around a city while imbuing a large quantity of alcohol but we’ve never seen one on the water before.

A very industrious chap was pushing this cart with gelato along the sand. I guess the shops on the street were too far on a hot day.

But, time to move on. A short drive and we were at another ferry. This one a short distance like the first, and a nominal fee.

We arrived at lovely little town, saw some interesting sights, and bought some locally caught shrimp or prawns if you’re Aussie.

The fishmonger told us all about their pelicans, who are wild but come so regularly, they have names.

This house really attracted our attention because the fire engine red roof stood out against the crisp white so much. Then we discovered it was quite notable because it belonged to Captain Thomas Mann Thompson, “one of the most successful of the 77 licensed pilots who guided blockade-running steamboats through the Cape Fear Shoals during the Civil War”, to quote the information board.

Apparently knowledgeable pilots like Thompson were paid as much as $3,000 in gold per trip, and he piloted 9 different steamers over 34 successful runs, so it’s not surprising that he was able to build such a house in 1868.

I couldn’t resist a picture of this cute little vehicle. Something we’ve noticed here, is that golf buggies, sand buggies, all kinds of buggies, are able to drive on the roads and we frequently see them driving around resort areas, beaches and lakes. They’d never be allowed on the roads in Oz!

And just like that, we’ve crossed another border !

We found a lovely swamp and boardwalk and not far along, a very busy beach, lined with high rise accommodation and apartments.

We also discovered, if you like seafood it’s the place to find a buffet. There must have been a dozen or more so after some quick googling for reviews, we chose this one.

We were so spoiled for choice, and it was all delicious, what’s more, there was no time limit, which they like to impose on buffet’s in Australia. Wolf it down quickly because we’re only giving you 1 1/2 hours! In fact, our waitress told us there was no rush. So, we took our time and grazed our way through a number of different seafood dishes. And then we started on dessert! No seafood here, but a huge chocolate fountain, fresh fruit and a wide array of cakes and pies with all the trimmings. Such a treat!

As we made our way south, another State Park beckoned, this time Huntington Beach.

We also discovered Atalaya Castle. Archer Huntington bought three plantations and built the castle in 1931 as a winter retreat and setting for his wife’s sculpture studio. He also began building a garden to house his wife’s sculptures.

The castle consisted of 30 rooms, including a studio with a 25-foot skylight and enclosed courtyard.

After Archer died in 1955, his wife moved her studio to Brookgreen Gardens, which is now an amazing sculpture garden and animal habitat. That was our destination the following day.

There are a large variety of sculptures from artisans spanning the 18th to the 21st century, including current works and they regularly have eclectic works scattered throughout the gardens. During our visit there were a number of light exhibits which are illuminated at night, twice a week.

The statues are scattered among beautiful gardens, some planted and manicured and others just beautiful expanses of lawn and trees. There are also a number of water features and fountains. It was another surprise find, where we thought we’d spend an hour and ended up spending almost the whole day.

There was also an animal sanctuary that had a mix of farm and wild animals and birds.

And they are a member of Wolf SAFE, having established a habitat for the critically endangered Red Wolves. It was later in the afternoon when we ventured to the animals and quite warm so the wolves were a little tricky to see.

This is a rare red wolf that was close to extinction in the region but is being rehabilitated due to breeding programs like the one at Brookgreen.

In conjunction with the beautiful gardens and sculptures outside, there were also two complexes that housed smaller pieces indoors.

We were enamoured with these exquisite bird sculptures by Grainger McKoy. The feathers are so intricately carved and painted that we found it hard to believe they were actually made entirely from wood.

They were all in glass cases which made them tricky to photograph, but hopefully the intricate details are visible.

The beautiful old homes we’ve seen in so many towns during our travels, never cease to enthrall me. It’s also quite wonderful to see the histories of so many homes recorded for all to see. Georgetown was another of these beautiful towns that took great pride in their history. The port on the Sampit River has been an important location for loading and unloading goods like rice, indigo, cotton and animal products since its founding in 1729. It also played its part in the American revolution becoming an important supply port for the army in the south.

Many of the houses were also built during the 1700s. There were two markers on the houses, either a sail boat with a date and a number, which indicated it was on the National Register Historic District Map, the date it was built and the corresponding information number, or those with a cream coloured marker with a rice sheaf, that were not on the register but still notable. Armed with the list, we wove our way around the town, taking in all the historical homes and finding out just a little bit about their histories.

For example, John and Mary Perry Cleland built this house in 1737 and it is one of the earliest built in the town.

This house was bequeathed to the City of Georgia by Julia Pyatt Kaminski, the last owner of the property. It was built in 1769. She donated the house and its furnishings, including antiques from the 18th to 20th centuries as a museum and it has been open to the public since 1973.

Built in 1750 by plantation owner Robert Stewart, this is the only “extant brick residence in Georgetown built before the American Revolution.” It was also the venue where George Washington was “lavishly entertained and then honored by the Masons of Prince George Lodge No. 16 and the Winyah Indigo Society.”

Indigo was one of the first crops grown in the area, before it was replaced by rice, cotton, and then sugar. Indigo became popular because of the partiality for blue dye. The Winyah Indigo Society was established in 1753 and granted a charter by King George II in 1758. Its first president, Thomas Lynch was also a signatory on the Declaration of Independence.

The thing that really strikes us about these properties, which are still residences today, is how well maintained they appear. I find it hard to imagine that they were constructed so many years ago.

Not all are opulent mansions, either. Some, like this quaint cottage, was built by one of the first settlers in the area, James Baxter, in 1770.

Childermas Croft House was built c. 1765, occupied by the British during the Revolution and used as a hospital. Fun fact: After the war, cows were stabled inside the house because it was thought they would rid the house of germs.

This stunning home was built by Many Man in 1775 using timber and slave labour from her father’s rice plantation. The plantation was established in 1718 and is, according to their literature, “widely recognised as one of the most well-preserved antebellum rice plantations in the United States.”

We have gathered from the numbers of immaculately presented houses from these early eras and the fact that they readily and proudly display their historical plaque, that there is some prestige attached to owning and maintaining a home with such history. This house, built by Frances Withers c. 1760, received the “First Distinguished Preservation Award of the Historic Georgetown Foundation,” in 1974 for its authentic restoration.

I must admit, I never get tired of walking around these streets and admiring the beautiful old houses, especially when there’s wonderful historical information available.

But, after our walk it was time to head off, over another bridge, of which there were very, very many and into Mount Pleasant to visit a tourist bureau or Welcome centre, as they’re often called.

We spied some very quirky paintings.

But didn’t linger longer (try saying that ten times fast) than to walk along the pier and then it was off to our next destination, Charleston, another beautiful historic town.

In April, 1920, according to their information sign, a number of residents gathered to form The Society for the Preservation of Old Dwellings. It was organised by Susan Pringle Frost and was the first historically based preservation group in America. So now we knew where the cataloguing and information posting of these lovely old homes began. The group were also at the forefront of creating the first historic district in 1931.

A walk around Charleston revealed how beautifully restored and majestic many of these historic manor homes are.

Englishmen and women formed the settlement of Charleston in 1670 and in the 1690s they had begun building a brick and earth fortification around the town to protect residents from the French, Spanish and Native Americans. Archaeologists believe the wall was 10 feet tall around and six feet wide along the water front. It was completed in 1711, including bastions (small forts) and a draw bridge. Called Charles Town at the time, it was the only British walled city built in America, however, it was relatively short lived.

By the 1730s most of the wall was demolished to accommodate the increasing population. What remained of the wall was buried until a small section was discovered in the 1920s and another in the 1960s. Today, small wall “sightings” are often reported by residents and county workers.

Some of the streets are still cobble stones and the many buildings in the main town are also beautifully restored.

There’s a stunning waterfront fountain featuring a pineapple and the sign adjacent the fountain was wonderful!

Eventually, we came to Charleston City Market, one of the oldest establishments in continuous use and dated from the 1680s.

There were some lovely painted tile mosaics and several people who were making and selling these outstanding sweetwater grass baskets.

We had begun to see small, wooden structures along the highway as drove towards Charlestown, many were very ramshackle, some had already fallen over and others looked like they were still used. They all advertised sweetwater grass baskets and they were along the highway for many, many miles. As we neared the town, we started to see the odd one with someone selling what looked to us, bamboo or cane goods. What they were, are these intricately fashioned baskets and bowls, made by weaving the water grass. They really were exquisite and I could appreciate the expertise and hours of work that were required, however, their prices were still jaw-dropping.

We had a wonderful chat with this fellow in the market, who told us that he learned to weave from his mother and grandmother and that he had taught his children also. He said an intricate bowl like the one in the rear of the picture would take him about a month, but that wasn’t every day. I asked the price and he said $500.00.

Our return walk through the town took us past a beautiful rotunda, the fire house with a statue of the mascot and a number of other beautiful buildings and churches.

The sculptures around the fountain in the square were very cute.

And the upmarket shopping street was lined with beautiful flower-filled hanging baskets.

We also walked along several more streets with historic manor homes. This brick house, built in 1796.

Miles Brewton House, built between 1765 and 1769.

And we came across a horse drawn carriage.

As we arrived back at Joey, parked on the waterfront I noticed a small fishing boat and a very attentive pelican. We assumed he must be a regular on the boat because the pelican wasn’t bothered that the engine was running and the fisherman didn’t seem bothered that the pelican was hitching a ride.

On our drive out of Charleston, we visited Angel Oak. Named for the family who owned the property, Martha and Justus Angel and whose family have resided here from the early 1700s until it was purchased by the city in 1991. This magnificent native oak tree (Quercus Virginiana) variety only grows along the east coast. It is estimated to be over 400 years old. It is 65 feet tall, has a 31.5 feet circumference, which has expanded from its last measurement in 1991, from 25.5 feet. It provides 17,000 square feet of shade and is truly magnificent. And very, very popular!

It’s also in a beautiful location. We discovered this lovely park, not too far away.

Our next stop was another State Park where we wandered along some of the trails. We even saw an alligator, and while this setting looked very serene, overlooking the water, it was hot! Hot and humid and not a day to be reclining on rocking chairs. Which, incidentally, Americans seem to be obsessed with. So many places there are chairs , they are rocking chairs and we’ve noticed it from the Grand Canyon, and many places we’ve stopped.

And there’s another state done, until we come back. We’re about to cross the border into Georgia, as we make our way south along the coast.

The Great Smoky Mountains

We’re always on the lookout for an easy overnight camp spots. In large towns and cities, it’s often a Walmart or Cracker Barrel car park. Stopping at the Walmart’s also makes grocery shopping quicker and easier, because we’re right there. State parks are also a favourite because they’re often hidden gems that provide lovely outlooks, hiking trails , dump points, power and water and they’re usually quite reasonably priced.

So that ‘s where we found ourselves on the way the Smoky Mountains, Hanging Rock State Park.

Of course we went for a walk around Hanging Rock park when we arrived, and discovered this amazing dammed swimming lake and building.

Everyone seems obsessed with rocking chairs here. Almost every venue we go to that provides seating, has rocking chairs.

The waterfall in the park is also a swimming hole that was obviously a popular spot with those in the know.

The following morning we drove to Guilford and discovered Greensboro Country Park, a 400 acre site, situated in the Battlefield Parks District. The park combines memorials, statues and information boards about the American Civil War, the battles and men who took part and a large lake, zipline, picnic and BBQ areas.

For example, this monument honours three of the men who signed the Declaration of Independence.

And this very impressive statue for Nathanael Greene (1742-1786) , appointed by Washington and a celebrated commander of the southern troops he is credited with securing the south from the British and enabling a Patriot victory.

The lake with its docked swan and duck paddleboats was lovely, as were the flowers.

We’ve become accustomed to the beautiful green trees and foliage that has been a staple of our walks since leaving the more arid areas America, but it’s always such a treat to see the wildlife. Like this deer, who stopped grazing to watch us.

And I just can’t resist the squirrels.

One thing we find while traveling as we do, is that we need to grocery shop fairly regularly. Luckily, there’s never too far between supermarkets. This morning, our supermarket was conveniently next to an amazing bakery. So of course we had to sample some of their wares.

Our dilemma? How to select a just a couple!

After lunch, and still in Greensboro, we walked around their arboretum.

It wasn’t particularly large, but it was very well laid out with some beautiful flowers and plants in bloom and sculptures.

Continuing on, we had a brief stop at Roanoke Springs and walked the canal and aqueduct trail. The canal was constructed by the Roanoke Navigation Company using slave labour, and ran between Roanoke Rapids Lake and Weldon, North Carolina. Construction began in 1815, was completed by 1823, but transportation along the waterway didn’t begin until 1834. There was a 90 foot elevation and almost 9 miles of rapids to overcome.

We drove through the park gate at Cades Cove in the afternoon after having had rain for the best part of the drive from Sweetwater.

We stopped at the information booth just as they were packing away for day so I grabbed an umbrella and hurried up to get a brochure and some information. The peak attraction at Cades Cove is an 11 mile (18km), one way loop road that travels past 9 places of interest, and several trail heads with stopping areas to pull off the road. Signs informed us that black bears and elk were common in the area. I scoffed. We hiked in numerous locations where bears were common when we were last here and only once saw one way, way up ahead crossing the road and disappearing up a hillside. The park ranger insisted they were very common. In fact, he offered to buy us dinner if we didn’t see a bear.

It appears we’re going hungry! Although it was still raining and after 4pm, we decided to do the 11 mile drive around the loop to see what was there, before heading to our camp site. A short distance into the drive we came to a stop behind a number of cars. We waited. And we waited. We noticed people in front were getting out of their cars. Then we twigged! There must be an animal. So, on with my jacket, out the door and up the road I went to find what had held up all the traffic. A mama black bear with not one, not two, but three baby bears!! I couldn’t tell you how many photos I took. I didn’t manage to get all four in the one picture because as we all know, there’s always one that has to be different.

The third baby bear was quite high up in the tree, until mama and two babies wandered into the forest. Then he scrambled down at a great rate of knots and took off behind.

This was now my very favourite place!

After our bear sighting, all the cars on the road, and there were dozens, had concertinaed up so we were in quite the procession as we slowly drove along. The rain had all but stopped so we detoured into Cable Mill Historic area.

On the way from the carpark we saw another two bears in a field of tall grass. They were quite away in the distance but it was comical to watch them. For a minute, you could just see the grass bending down, then up would pop a bear head, as he stood to get his bearings. Then he’d disappear again, and continue through the grass.

This site of heritage buildings was quite large. There were 5 buildings in the complex, the grist mill, the only one on its original site, a blacksmith shop, LeQuire cantilever barn, millrace and dam and smokehouse.

John P. Cable built the water-powered grist mill in the late 1860s, a saw mill in 1870 and also farmed the land. His son James took over the saw mill and it operated well into the 20th century. Large cantilever barns with counterweighted overhanging beams were common in the area, our brochure told us, because stock and equipment needed shelter from the harsh winters and they provided easy access for loading and unloading hay.

The house was built by Leason Gregg who purchased a small plot of land from Cable in 1879 and ran a store. Cable’s son and wife bought the property and house in 1887, but due to ill health, their sister Becky ran the farm and raised her nieces and nephews. She remained in the property until her death in 1940 at the age of 96.

As we were marveling at the ingenuity of the mill and the barn, we noticed that other people were making their way across the creek. It had to be another animal, so we followed along. A young buck elk was grazing in the forest, seemingly oblivious to the dozen or so people all taking pictures. Then, in the greenery, we noticed another two.

It’s so amazing to see these animals in the wild. We spent almost an hour at this site, including the gift shop. (There’s always a gift shop)! We’d had a long day and it was after 5pm but that didn’t seem to deter the constant stream of cars making their way around the loop road. We were about half way and the camp ground was at the other end, so we slotted ourselves into the stream of cars and slowly made our way to the camp ground.

We were up bright an early the following morning to get a start on the loop before the crowds. The skies were clear and the morning crisp but clouds still hung around the hills. As we drove along, the clouds became a little foggy which just enhanced the beautiful surroundings.

During the late 18th and early 19th centuries, many of the people who lived in this area cleared portions of land for crops and livestock. So there are swathes of grassland, indispersed among the heavily wooded forests. Ideal grazing for the elk and white-tailed dee and it wasn’t long before we saw some deer in the grass. As you can see, they were not underfed.

The Loop trail at Cades Cove takes you past some of the remaining 80 historic cottages and buildings in the park, from bygone farms to churches and graveyards and an accompanying brochure provides historical information, in conjunction with sign boards at each site. We were surprised, at this early hour of 7am, how many cars were already doing the slow drive. But, apparently this is the most popular part of the Smoky Mountains.

We determined to stop at each of the sites, most cars didn’t. Our first, was the cabin built by John Oliver who bought land in 1826 and built the small house. He, and his family of 4 generations lived there for 100 years.

It’s a great example of the building style of the era. Felled trees were notched in the corners so no nails or pegs were needed. The open spaces between the logs were filled with mud to keep out the elements. The chimney, of local stone was also held together with a mortar of mud.

Next up, a primitive Baptist church. There are three churches on the loop and each has a graveyard. The Baptist church was established in 1827 but the original log cabin was replaced by the current, more elaborate structure in 1887. The other two, a Methodist church and a Missionary church, were built in 1902 and 1915 respectively.

Primitive Baptist above.

Methodist above

Missionary above

As we drove, the clouds hung like white cotton wool over the grassland between the trees. I’ve not gotten tired of these green forests.

As we determined to stop at all the sites , some of the buildings were near the road, but others, a distance walk, giving an opportunity to experience the surroundings.

Like this quite strange flower, butterflies, dragonfly, fungi and the wild turkeys who share the grassland.

Cades Cove is situated on the plains and the Smoky Mountains surround us in the distance.

The next homestead was owned by Elijah Oliver and his family who moved into this dwelling after the civil war (1865). The complex consists of the cabin, a springhouse to keep dairy products cold, by way of redirecting the stream to run under the building, a smokehouse, corn crib for grinding corn into meal, and a barn.

The next dwelling, constructed later in the 1880s was the only dwelling left in the park built in this way. They used 4 inch thick square-sawed logs with jointed corners and it was unique because sawed log houses weren’t built until sawmills arrived in the area during the early 1900s.

The cantilever barns are also unique and quite amazing. Similar to the one we saw yesterday, it has two log cribs supporting each end and an empty space in the middle to feed livestock. The lofts were used to store hay and the overhang for sheltering farm equipment. These types of barns were popular in southeastern USA, particularly in Tennessee, although their origins are sketchy. It’s surmised that they originated by taking ideas from several settler cultures including German, Swedish and Irish. It was also suggested that because governments of this era taxed on the square footage of buildings, if a large proportion didn’t touch the ground, it couldn’t be taxed.

The barn pictured here is a replica, but constructed exactly as would have been. The property, including the barn and other buildings, belonged to William Tipton and was built during the 1820s.

Not long after seeing the barn, there was another traffic jam on the loop road. It could only mean one thing! A bear! Many people just abandon their cars on the road to head down to the front of the queue to see what’s been spotted and sure enough, it was another black bear with two cubs. One just in front of mama bear and the rogue, right up the tree.

Not long after the bear sighting, we were lucky to see another white tailed deer and some elk, just grazing on the side of the road and not bothered about the vehicles.

Surprisingly, driving the 11 mile loop road and all the stops, hikes and sightseeing along the way, took us all day. We’d booked two nights at the campground and decided that since it was a long weekend, we would do a waterfall hike in the morning, then head out of the park and take in some of the neighbouring towns on our way to the other end of the Smoky Mountains.

As we’ve travelled, we’ve tried to fit in as much as we can because we know that we won’t be retracing our steps. Consequently, rain, hail or shine, we’ve headed out to see what we came to see. We woke to a very overcast sky and realised it had rained quite a bit overnight. Not to be deterred, we drove out along the loop for the third time, to the waterfall trailhead, half way along. It’s a popular hike and there is a large car park. There were already a number of vehicles parked and people were donning backpacks and hiking shoes, so we figured, they must know that the light rain which was falling would dissipate.

We wore rain jackets, waterproof shoes and carried umbrella’s just in case.

The trail was uphill and ran alongside a fast flowing creek and among the beautiful green trees and foliage we were accustomed to. Except for the ones that had lost their grasp on the ground and toppled over.

There were a couple of bridges, you get a sense of how dark it was in the trees with such a heavy clouded sky.

As we continued, the canopy opened up to let the light in and it was quite stunning. Notwithstanding the rain that hadn’t abated!

In fact, it got heavier, and darker. Then we heard rumbling. Surely it wasn’t thunder? We kept on, up the trail and soon after the rumble a flash. You’re kidding me? A thunderstorm? We started to rethink our decision to do the hike. All the while, the rain was falling and the thunder and lightening getting louder and closer together.

We had seen some people head out before us and they hadn’t returned so we continued on, until there was almost as much water pouring down the trail as there was in the creek! By now my waterproof shoes were so wet my feet were squelching. We’d brought out the umbrellas but even they weren’t helping and the thunder and lightening coupled with the now slippery, flowing trail convinced us to turn around.

This was the trail, not the creek!

On the way back, treading quite gingerly, we passed two people headed out to go fishing. Crazy! And all the while, the thunder, lightening and rain continued.

We’d hiked out about 3 miles so by the time we arrived back at Joey, we were very wet and glad to have a warm shower and dry clothes waiting for us. And wouldn’t you know it! By the time we were showered and changed, the rain had stopped and the storm passed. However, considering the amount of rain and the way it was gushing down the trail, we weren’t inclined to set out again. This was one waterfall we were going to miss.

Our plan was to drive out of the park and visit some of the surrounding towns, then head back into the park, after the Memorial Day long weekend, so we exited the park and joined the main highway to Gatlinburg.

Using Google maps on our phones for navigation has been fantastic because it gives live traffic information. As we neared Gatlinburg, the traffic got heavier, and heavier, until we were almost at a standstill. We could see on Google maps that the road was red for quite a distance. We could not have imagined the amount of traffic making their way to this town, at a snails pace. Until we arrived at the town and realised it was one big amusement arcade. There was benefit to the slow traffic procession though, we could sightsee along the drive without finding a park.

However, with this much traffic there was little chance we’d find a park, so we kept on until we exited Gatlinburg, deciding to stop at the following town, Pigeon Forge, where the traffic had eased. A walk through the town revealed it was similar to Gatlinburg with an amusement park through the town, including many tourist t-shirt and gift paraphernalia shops. There were dodgem cars, pirate swings, merry-go-rounds, large slides, to name a few, and large seemed to be the drawcard to encourage custom.

There were also large buildings, well painted and adorned with themed rides. This one was a boat ride around a “Jurassic Park” type canal inside a large warehouse. You’d almost think you were in Disneyland.

Always on the lookout for uniquely American items, we found these marvels in diversification.

If we had a coffee percolator I would have bought one to try.

Walking into the actual town of Pigeon Forge, beyond the tourist spots, we discovered the town was settled in 1783 and originally called “Forks of Little Pigeon.” We found a quite majestic town hall and a statue to a very clever dog called Bertie the Bird Dog.

We also learned that Pigeon Forge was the birthplace of Dolly Parton.

The following morning we discovered a very scenic river walk through town.

And an amazing highway lined with Disney-like themed rides, more mini-golf venues than you’d think would survive, experiences and food outlets.

This was a movie theatre that showed IMAX style movies.

And I bet you can guess what this was representing! We thought it was a ride or restaurant but it was actually a Titanic museum and exceptionally well done.

For anyone of a certain age, you’ll remember the Beverly Hillbillies TV show with Ma and Pa Kettle. Well this was a theatre restaurant themed show, complete with live goats and chickens milling around outside.

Notice anything odd about this building?

We think it was a museum, but very clever.

That night the rain returned, but by later in the morning, it had abated. A local told us that they can never rely on weather forecasts because Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg sit in a valley flanked by the Great Smoky Mountains. Sometimes the clouds appear out of nowhere, from the mountains and they get a drenching, and others, menacing clouds that look like a storm, don’t drop any rain.

Yesterday, we walked the length of the river walk alongside the river. This morning, there was flooding in a number of spots and the river was flowing incredibly quickly. This is the spot where the mural photo I posted earlier was.

Having spent our Memorial Day long weekend in Pigeon Forge, trying to evade the crowds, we decided to spend Tuesday at Dolly Parton’s Dollywood theme park, just for something different. You can’t beat a good theme park! We downloaded the maps and planned our day to maximise our rides. We hoped that waiting until Tuesday, it might be less busy. So, bright and early we drove Joey to the entrance gate and were ushered in to park in the RV spots. The area Dollywood is built on in Pigeon Forge, is quite undulating and we expected, as is always the case, that the RV’s would be parked in the back of beyond, far from the entrance. Imagine our surprise when we found the RV car park was with the tour buses, just up the hill from the VIP car parks.

Dollywood is on 165 acres and I swear the car parks take up more than half. They’re so expansive that there’s a trolly train with a dozen or more carriages to ferry people from the car parks to the entrance. We had a 5 minute walk! We were in the first few people to be admitted and armed with the map, made a bee line for our first ride.

We did the Mystery Mine, Blazing Fury, Daredevil falls and Tennessee Tornado in quick succession and didn’t have to queue for any. Then we had a breather to actually look around.

Dolly is everywhere! In fact, the souvenir booklet quotes her saying “going through Dollywood is like a tour through my life.” The park’s theme is butterflies and each season there’s a different festival. The current theme was flowers and food and there were a number of topiary sculptures throughout the park.

Much of the food was Southern style and involved different varieties of BBQ meat, macaroni with lashings of cheese, candied sweet potatoes, and lots of fried chicken but there were also sweet treats like funnel cakes, donuts, fresh, hot cinnamon bread which smelled amazing and chocolate or caramel dipped apples.

And THE biggest apple pie I’ve ever seen!

I doubted Dolly kept her figure eating desserts like these.

There is a bird aviary housing a number of bald eagles and several other birds of prey that they use for flight shows.

And a number of other attractions, like these simple but very effective umbrella’s. There’s a steam train that circumnavigates the park and like Disney, each area is themed, for example, Wildwood Grove, Show Street or Rivertown Junction.

We took in two musical shows, the Hall Sisters country singing quartet who also played violins, guitars and the piano and the Smoky Mountain String Band a trio of three men, the oldest, and funniest in his seventies and boy he could play the banjo! My only complaint was that their stint wasn’t long enough.

To round off the day, we visited the Dolly Parton experience, a visual extravaganza, detailing her life in pictures, video footage and music from her first outings as a 13 year old to her current philanthropic ventures. We even had a look through her tour bus. Neither of us are particular Dolly fans, or even country music fans but seeing her life through music and pictures from where she started out and her sheer determination, we can appreciate how much she’s accomplished.

All in all, a fun day was had. After our few days of crowds and shops though, we were ready to head back to the Great Smoky Mountains.

I have to say I never get sick of this beautiful scenery. These Mountains are truly magnificent, from their broad sweeping plains, to forests, wildlife and flora. We travelled through the middle of the mountains on the Newfound Gap Road, through Smokemont, then along the Blueridge Parkway that we loved so much last time we were here.

Our first stop was Laurel Falls, a 2.6 mile round trip, the first half of which was all uphill.

Although it was barely 8am, the trail was already busy so we hightailed it to falls and back in double quick time. Mostly because there were other sights to see and carparking, much less RV parking, was at a premium.

We drove through Newfound Gap, crossed the famous Appalachian Trail and hiked up Chimney Tops Trail. Another uphill trek, and one of the most popular hikes in the park, it gains 1,400 feet over 2 miles and has some spectacular views.

Continuing along the road, we came to this interesting sign, a little wary of how tight it might actually be for Joey to negotiate but we had no trouble. This was followed soon after by another tunnel.

We’re still loving these waterfall hikes and it’s the right time of year to view them. The weather is generally good, like Goldilocks porridge, not too hot and not too cold, but just right!

About half way through the park travelling south, we crossed the border from Tennessee into North Carolina and soon thereafter, Newfound Gap.

These mountains are truly spectacular. In the first picture below you can even see the road in the distance.

Further along the road, we came to Mingus Mill. A short walk along a beautiful trail led us to the Mill and aqueduct, built in 1886.

Running for 50 years, the mill ground wheat into flour and corn into meal for the mountain communities. In 1968 the National Park Service renovated it to be operational but more recent flooding from the water course has destabilised some of the supporting timbers so it is currently out of action.

Our next stop was the Mountain Farm Museum on the Oconaluftee River and the chance to see some more very well fed elk and deer that weren’t the slightest bit concerned about us.

The museum is a recreation of a late 1800s village where the structures have been relocated to this site and renovated. There is a farmhouse, barn, apple house, spring house and a blacksmith shop.

We exited the Great Smoky Mountains with a hint of regret, knowing that we would not return but having thoroughly enjoyed our few days exploring this beautiful part of America and seeing wildlife in its natural surroundings.

We officially hit the Blueridge Parkway and continued through North Carolina.