I mentioned I’m on the road. Soon we’ll be heading down to Florida, where I guess it’s in at least the mid 70s, but for the moment we’re enjoying Beaufort, South Carolina, home of grand houses set on big lots full of live oaks that are draped with Spanish moss.
There is an abundance of seafood here, with something for everyone.
The area is characterized as subtropical, but temperatures last night dipped below freezing, and the wind off the Atlantic on nearby Hunting Island was a tad chill, as Carol can attest.
Nonetheless, some 500 people gathered there today for the annual January 1 “pelican plunge,” when (fool)hardy souls test the frigid waters. But this failed to faze the resident fowl.