Farmer's Market and Angel Oak

On Saturday he headed to downtown Charleston to visit the Farmers Market.  Anna and I love the Farmers Market in Salt Lake City and were excited to see how this one compared.  The market was lovely but much smaller than ours back home.

Even though it was only late April early May we were shocked at the amount and size of the produce here.  Our market in SLC doesn't even start until mid June and then you only have peas and some lettuce whereas this market had everything you could dream of including things we never see back home.

After the market we headed out of town and across the Ashley River to John's Island.  Along the way we found this back road and I had to take the obligatory lined oak lane.  The road lead to an old plantation but was blocked so we couldn't see the plantation beyond.

We were going to John's Island to see the Angel Oak.  The Angel Oak is estimated to be over 500 years old with it's longest branch being 187 feet long.  It was a spiritual experience for me...just incredible.  

You aren't allowed to climb the tree so Anna leaned very gently on a big branch to give perspective on the shear size of these branches.  

Look at the size of these arms reaching out.  Some of the branches were so long they needed help in being held up with steel posts.

After the Angel Oak we decided just to bum and explore the areas around Charleston.  We looked at housing developments to see what houses were going for...you know just to dream.  We took it as a sign to move here when we stumbled on Daniel's Island and saw the homes on Island Park Drive (which is our favorite spot to vacation in Idaho outside Yellowstone).  I mean look at some of these homes.

but...then we remembered we weren't millionaires and couldn't afford these homes...silly us. 

As we traveled around the various islands we crossed so many bridges that had to accommodate for large ships passing underneath.  We drove over bridges where the entire bridge turned sideways.  We got stopped on draw bridges.

and the most common of all were the mountain bridges as I called them that would simply loom ahead of you and where you would climb straight up like going over a mountain.  This photo doesn't do it justice.