Port Royal Landing

What can we say about Port Royal ? True question is, what can we not say?

Departing the Atlanta area after a kind stay there with Pat, the mother of his child and dogs galore we pushed to our first stay in South Carolina.

We stayed within my best friend during high school. John Hinkley Jr. who's not the "assassin" people recognize that name for. I hadn't seen this man physically since 1989 and he still has them pretty baby blue eyes and crass humor as we did in our youth. With a doll of a wife we shared endless stories about our young life. Many of those are best censor because we were crazy kids in high school.

He and his wife put us up for two days and his culinary skills are bombastic after all these years. As he barbecued our first meal and wild storm blew through thanks to Mother Nature.

John nailed the cook out as rain heaved upon us and the cats. Did I mention he's a wayward cat lover....how they appear upon his doorstep and he gives them loving with food and water? It's best I don't besmirch his rep, but yeah he's always been a sucker for pussy.

Anyhow, he approaches me with a bargain: If I supply and he paint will you give my hugging tree some eyeballs? Of course I said yes, but only after I blew some fireballs into the air and entertained him and his wife with magic. The ladies quickly connected like long lost sisters, ball busting us at any opportunity. GOOD TIMES!!! All the way.

Second day he took ok us for a bike ride around town filling us in on its history. Such a lovely place, but watch out for chiggers and sand fleas cause they ate Sami and I's legs like a soup kitchen.Read more