Battling the Crazy

You know that moment in "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" where Cameron goes berserk? Well, Thursday was that moment for us. We were all...unsettled. Restless. When I awoke this morning, I knew we had to do something. Something away from the house and the walls that were closing in. A day trip, because we had evening obligations.

We have been longing (well, most of us anyway) to go camping all spring. With the State Parks closed until recently, I decided to update the inside of the camper. I am not done, but I have it to a point where we could go camping in it. Sadly, all the park's playgrounds and inside exhibits are still closed, along with boat rentals. Really, you cannot do much more than hike. We want to wait a while longer to spend several days in one spot. So I planned a three-park spree for today. They were all in a row along I-26. We visited Colonial Dorchester State Historic Site, Givhans Ferry State Park, and Colleton State Park. We packed a picnic lunch and ate under a shady tree before exploring Colonial Dorchester. It was quite warm today, and sunny. And some people may have complained about the sun and the heat, but it was still so much better than the day before. We hiked at Givhans Ferry, though we were losing steam by the time we arrived at Colleton, so we just watched the river roll on by for a bit.

We came home and I made a simple dinner and now people are quiet, and I am able to sit here for a moment or two to capture this moment to look back on and remember when I am having another "Cameron" kind of day.

My family likes to eat more than smile for the camera.

The remains of the church bell tower

one of the many mushrooms I spied today

My people being themselves

brothers

it's hard to read, but this man died in 1798

more mushrooms

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