Georgetown

My explorations into the  nooks and crannies of South Carolina have been influenced by an insatiable  desire  to uncover the quintessential "Southern" town.  It is interesting and very telling to read about and drive through these hamlets.  Some towns are quite endearing.  Others seem to have lost their soul, there identity erased by the flight of industry and a seeming sense of giving up and giving in to the reality of the changed  economy. Happily, one of our first discoveries nook and cranny discovery was the historic seaport village of  Georgetown. 

Georgetown (est. 1732) is South Carolina's 3rd oldest city.  It is sometimes referred to as "little Charleston" and after seeing its historic district I can say  that nickname is well deserved.  The wide avenues of this town are bordered on both sides by live oaks dripping with Spanish moss.  The tree's arms reach across to each other seemingly to hold hands.  Walking under them makes me feel like the bride at a military wedding under the rifled arch.  They are magnificent. 

In 1940 one of these was giants was estimated at over 500 years of age. It was registered with the American Forestry Associates as a South Carolina Champion.  At that time the circumference was measured 23 feet around. I continue to be in awe of these natural beauties.

But the trees aren't the only beauties this town has to offer.   Along the streets I see house after house  that has been lovingly restored to the beauty of its early years.  It's easy to get a sense of  how it feel to sit, soaking up the peace of a slow moving pace while rocking on one of the wide verandas.

The hook that drew us to Georgetown for our first visit was an ad promoting their annual Wooden Boat Show. Saturday morning event found Georgetown filled with all kinds of wooden boats on Front street, in the water and along the Harbor boardwalk.  The only prerequisite for a show entry is that the main structural strength be derived from wooden products.  Everywhere you look you see sail boats, row boats, kayaks, antique boats and even boat cradles for the youngest of yachtsmen.

They are gorgeous.  They are works of art.  The sun shining on the polished wood shows  depth and warmth when you look deep into the wood's grain.  To say it is brown doesn't come close to describing the velvet look that permeates the wood.  Many of the boats are accompanied by their builders, designers or restorers who are proudly waiting to tell me all about their passion. 
What a treat...can't wait till the next one.
Georgetown is now on the list of favorites. More about this town coming soon.