Laura and Katja learn the Charleston

We arrived to Twickenham Plantation in South Carolina late Thursday night after a long drive through Georgia. The Plantation is owned by one of Katja's family friends and they offered to let us stay even though they were not home. Twickenham is nestled a few miles north of Beaufort in a neighborhood of old historic southern plantations. They grow rice and corn, and have chicken, horses, and lots of friendly insects. The first night at the plantation we relaxed on a soothing swinging bed on the screened in porch while hundreds of frogs sang a lovely tune. In the morning Laura cooked up some delicious breakfast burritos from the
random assortment of groceries we had in the car in addition to some plantation eggs... talk about local food : ). Ronald, who has been a care taker at Twickenham longer than we have been alive, dangerously left us a Gator to cruise around the plantation on. We happily jumped into the gator and explored the miles of land, finding families of deer and big blue heron (see video below). After our self guided tour, Ronald gave us a in depth personalized tour of the area including the neighboring plantations and what remains of the town church that was burned down during the civil war. Ronald often finds trinkets from the civil war era and he showed us his most recent discovery from a few days ago- an iron, confederate buttons, a woman's pin, and some small bullets.

Ronald and all the cool stuff he found.

Our next move in South Carolina was to visit the town of Charleston. We started to realize that we had finally reached the East coast as we walked around with all of the preppy clothes and seafood restaurants. We had a nice dinner in town and then drove back to the plantation just as a storm started to brew. By the time we got back the rain was ferociously beating down on the house, the sound only briefly interrupted by a loud boom of thunder followed by a streak of lightening. We started to feel like the dumb innocent girls in any classic horror film. And of course, the power went out. We were awoken in the middle of the night by a gang of zombies circa civil war era and that was the end of Laura and Katja do America... just kidding. We woke up early the next day and journeyed on North.

Old burnt down church


Neighboring Plantation