Just being in this place with its close formations of tall, straight pines and small gatherings of stately oaks- their beards of gray spanish moss moving gently in time with the currents of the northerly breezes is reason enough to venture here.
And the river swamp? With its vast sections of rolling sand hills and creek beds covered in palmetto, live oak, water oak,giant cypress twice the size of a standard pickup at the base, a mix of some white, red, and chestnut oaks, its a hunter's paradise.
No cell phones, no television, no traffic-just the slow steady rhythm of life moving by at its own pace, like the dark waters of the Savannah River.
Wildlife abounds:
the raucous cry and the crazy tarzan-vine -swinging flight( ala Spiderman for you youngsters) of the pileated woodpeckers, those black and white 15 inch jackhammers of the big pine woods.
The noiseless, graceful sliding flight of the scissor-tailed kites over marshes and fields
The high-gliding of bald eagles, specks at high altitude usually, and the screaming, circling flight of red tailed hawks searching out squirrels below
Armadillos scratch and dig in the duff for hidden morsels, and rabbits- cottontail and marsh- seemingly every predator's menu mainstay, abound in every thicket.
Coyote, turkey, raccoon, possum, otter, whitetail deer, each playing out its own graceful and perfect existence, and they help to make this place the closest thing I know to heaven.
Topic: Mothers Day Weekend Pork Reduction Maneuvers- story complete (Read 6910 times)
