We packed up, I took Saige to school and told her good-bye, my mom came over to the house, we told all of them good-bye and we left. Just like that. It was so strange to drive away from the house knowing I wouldn't see them for a week. But it was also so exhilarating. The open road with nothing but XM satellite (mainly NPR), coffee and an iPad to direct our path. I was absolutely giddy.
My husband and I love road trips. When we were first married we took a road trip (big or small) every 4 months. And on our last one we went to California when I was 2 months pregnant with Saige. So when we started talking about our anniversary trip, we started dreaming about the open road. And thankfully Patrick likes to drive. I like it, but I get what I call carcilepsy. Literally. Whether I am driving or not, I will get so drowsy, that I can't shake it. It's not all the time, just usually in the afternoons but I obviously can't drive for very long.
Here is a run down of our trip.
Drove to Pensacola, Florida, stayed the night in a hotel on Priceline for $45. Got up the next morning, found some coffee and drove to Savannah, GA.
And oh my, Savannah is gorgeous. And so interesting. To me it had a small town feel, with some really great old buildings and lots of yummy food. I mean, Paula Dean's The Lady and Sons restaurant is there, so you know it's good. Although we didn't eat there, we ended up eating at the Olde Pink House, which was our most luxurious evening out of the whole trip. It was built in 1771 and apparently it's pink because the red brick bled over time and dyed the white plaster that covers it. Pretty interesting, huh?
After Savannah, we headed to Charleston. When we got there we took a walking tour of the city. I love history. I minored in it college, so this city was
VERY interesting to me. And we couldn't have had a better tour guide in terms of getting a feel for the city where bloodlines are so important. She was such a character and actually reminded me a lot of Hilly from The Help. Strong, Southern, extremely proud of her town and her heritage, and honestly a bit racist. She was very defensive of anyone painting Charleston in a bad light and I almost got the sense that the rest of America owes Charleston for their efforts in business, culture of course the Civil War. It was an interesting tour to say the least.

From there we headed to
Folly Beach, SC.
And what a gem. A laid back surfing town with great food and a great atmosphere. I wish we would have planned to stay there longer, honestly. Below is our picture from our hotel room. We also found a great restaurant called
Taco Boy, which was like Californian Mexican food. Fish style tacos but with like 10 different spins on it. I got a tempura shrimp taco with remoulade sauce and oh wow, was it good! Folly Beach is somewhere I would definitely visit again.
In the morning, our goal was to get near Asheville, NC. But this was the day we set aside for picking. You know, antique picking.
We are total nerds. Our new favorite shows are
American Pickers and
Picker Sisters. Have you seen either of these shows? American Pickers is just fun, but I am totally inspired by Picker Sisters.
Well, Patrick thought it would be a good idea to take back roads to Greenville in the off chance that we would see something. I am not exactly sure what we were looking for. Treasures along the side of the road that said, FREE, maybe? I kept thinking that we needed to go up to a door and knock and ask if we could look in their sheds and barns. Patrick said, "Sure, if you want to get shot." So we just kept driving.
And as I was literally laying my seat back, getting ready to take a nap, carcilepsy strikes again, I saw a huge building with the word Auction on the side. I yelled for Patrick to stop and pull in.
He said he didn't even notice it and just thought it was a convenience store. Well he was partly right. They did have grocery store items, but they also had a warehouse with things for sale. Come to find out later, they hadn't been having auctions due to the heat and were more than willing to move stuff out. So we asked if we could take a look. After I got out of the restroom, Patrick told me that I was going to die when I walked in. And he was just about right...
And with that, I am going to end this post and finish it up with a Part 2.
I'll leave you with one gem that we acquired though . . .
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| 1920's choir chairs |
Stay tuned for part 2...
Happy Monday, y'all!