South Carolina through my eyes

South Carolina through my eyes An ongoing explorative journey through the state of SC.
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Virtually gallivant with me all around our state exploring historical markers, landscapes, parks, roadside oddities, old bridges, trails, rivers, lakes mountains, swamps, railroads and much more!

04/28/2026

The Edisto River Carves Out a New Path

By- Brett Steinbrecher

The comparison of life being like a river has certainly been made before by people much smarter than me. The simplicity of the thought might seem elementary but the accuracy of the statement still stands. The most obvious of the comparisons between the two are that like the river, life is a flowing and ever changing thing. Both the river and life itself are riddled with ups and downs. The one thing that consistently stays the same is the constant change. In life we go through cycles and changes and the river does too. The river is like life and life is like the river much to the point that the two are synonymous with each other. In this narrative I want to share with y'all a very obvious change that I recently found on the Edisto river. If you read into this deep enough you might better understand the comparisons of river and life that I've alluded to previously. This is a short video instead of the usual pictorial timelines that I normally share with y'all, so this won't be quite like my regular stories. I also want this short video to serve as a warning. If you don't make it any further in reading this the warning is simple, be careful on the Edisto river. Be careful on any river for that matter, but this story is specifically for adventurers, floaters, kayakers, and boaters on the Edisto river. This information and this short video could have the potential to save a life.
Last summer I kayaked a lesser traveled section of the Edisto river that I hadn't paddled in probably close to 10 years. The spot I started was at a landing in Dorchester county called Messervy landing, also known as boat landing. This particular landing is one of the most popular spots for floaters to take out of the river after a day of summertime floating and fun. People that don't know or understand the Edisto river come from all over to enjoy tubing down the black water crown jewel and that is where the danger lies. I wanted to share this because something crazy happens every year and someone has to be rescued off the river and it's usually floaters. If these inexperienced floaters, boaters, or kayakers, mistakingly pass by Messervy boat landing, just a few river bends away down stream stands inherent danger. Even back years ago when this section of river was passable in a small jon boat, even back then it was still quite difficult and fairly dangerous to navigate. Last summer when I kayaked this section of river, I remember vividly how shallow the water was just up river from Norman landing. As I walked alongside the kayak I remember thinking that unlike the last time I came through here 10 years ago, there was no way a boat could make it through this section anymore. It was so shallow I had to get out the kayak and walk it through 3-4 inch deep water. Aside from that really shallow stretch of river nothing else really stood out to me on that trip other than how different the river looked after 10 years of changes since I had last seen it.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago, I had adventure on my mind. My young son at 8 years old lives for adventure as well. With my knowledge from last summer about the shallow water I told my son about this section of river I haven't taken him on yet. He understood we might have to get out the kayaks and walk through the water and he certainly wasn't scared of the prospect of adventure so he said "Daddy let's go!" So we got loaded up, put in at Messervy landing and set off for a father-son adventure I will remember for the rest of my life. After maybe 20 minutes of paddling, maybe 3-4 turns down river we came to the spot I recognized from last year as the shallow spot just up river from Norman landing. As we came up to that shallow spot we found that that shallow spot is now a big sandbar. That sandbar was actually the path of the river just last summer and is now completely dry. What was shallow flowing water just last year has now become a dry sandy path covered in fallen trees. We walked down the dry river bed climbing over huge trees and I realized there was no possible way for us to make it through the same path of the river as I took the summer prior. After we got back to our kayaks we saw that floating logs came to a stop and lodged themselves into the river channel and over time sand built up and blocked the water from traveling through it's normal path. Well the river didn't just come to a stop, it keeps on flowing so since the normal path of the river was blocked the water had to find somewhere to go.
The build up of sand, logs, and debris forced the river to abandon it's normal path and carve out a new channel. Because the normal route was blocked the amazing force of the Edisto river water forced its way through the path of least resistance through the wetland forest. Two small channels formed and branched off from the main river blockage. Two new river beds cut into the surrounding river bank and weaved their way making paths of moving water through the woods until they reached the river once again. I remembered seeing and hearing the small stream that broke off from the main channel of the river last year. That stream wasn't very wide and could be heard because of all the water rushing through the submerged and fallen trees, limbs, and branches. I remembered thinking I sure wouldn't want to kayak through that when I saw it last year. The water was flowing swiftly through it and it would be incredibly dangerous to try and navigate. The fast moving water could pin me and the kayak against a log snag, a limb could knock me out, I could fall out the kayak and get snagged by limbs and drown, there are so many scenarios that make paddling powerful rapids so dangerous. Once we walked around the sandbar reality really hit me hard when the only moving water were those two distinct paths of water rushing through two mine fields of fallen timber. There was no other route or path to take. We couldn't paddle against the current to get back up river where we started. We had no cell phone service and couldn't access the map. I couldn't call in a rescue or a helicopter. I put myself in a compromising and unsafe position with precious cargo, my son. One of the new paths of water was a little wider than the other so my instincts were to take the wider of the two new streams.
At this point I was panicking inside, it took all my strength to not let my son see how dire and serious this situation truly was. It's quite nerve racking to paddle through white water with dangerous obstacles for the first time, it's quite another thing to put your 8 year old in a position that he HAS to paddle through the same thing on his own for the first time. We had absolutely no other choice. I let the Lord and my fatherly instincts guide me. First I told my son, "This is the only way we can make it through to safety, hang back and watch me go through the rushing stream first, the one to the right. Keep your kayak straight, if anything happens, forget about the kayak just keep your head above the water. Don't fight the current, go down stream, and don't get entangled or caught up in any limbs. I'll be just ahead of you waiting in case anything goes wrong. We are going to make it through this, always remember, God's got this." After we talked and I pumped him and myself up, we prayed to Jesus to deliver us safely through this mess I unknowingly put us in. So much fear was going through my mind, I just did what I had to do. I went first while Levi hung back and watched to see what path he should take. I'm here to tell y'all the force from that water pushin me past all those snags and hazards was one of the most exhilarating things I have ever done. I've never white water rafted but this is as close as you can get on the Edisto. It felt like I was going 20 mph on top of the water. Once I made it through I watched my young son handle this treacherous stretch of "new" river like a seasoned veteran. The kid only has around 30/40 hours kayaking by himself and he worked the back paddle and kept calm and cool when he needed to the most. We both made it through safely, not without getting our kayaks scratched and pushed from grabbing limb snarls, and logs lurking just beneath the surface trying to flip us over from underneath. In spite of it all we successfully squeezed through the narrow and dangerous branch until it reached the old river and widened back out. The 3 minutes it took to paddle through this section felt like 30. It seemed like it was a mile but in reality it was probably a few hundred yards.
The mouth of that new stream emptied out into the old river just as I suspected it would. There was a small sandbar where the new stream met the old river so we pulled over our kayaks there once we were out of harms way. The adrenaline rush from that swift water was something I have never felt before. I wish I had a go pro mounted to my hat for this adventure. I was so pumped up about this adventure I just had to walk the bank back up river towards the way we came just to shoot a video documenting this change in the river. I wanted to make sure people who enjoy the river, via boating, floating, or kayaking know about this natural shift in the river's path. It's especially concerning to me because it is so close to where people who are unfamiliar with the river pull out from floating in large numbers. It's well known that at this popular floating destination people will mix alcohol and the sun this summer and someone WILL miss the pull out spot at Messervy landing and have to go through this dangerous section of river. Just this past weekend there were search parties for 2 men who were canoeing on this same section of river. The men were found safe, it's a confusing story I don't fully follow or understand, but it is just the most recent example of what I'm talking about. I just don't want to see anyone get hurt, this river is a dangerous and powerful thing and it must be respected. This river has claimed lives before and I would like to do my part in sharing this information to help ensure everyone who enjoys this beloved river gets to make it home safely from it.
That whole day all I could think about was how in a years time I literally saw the river change paths. Like life the river is constantly changing and I saw and witnessed it first hand. Then I realized that is how oxbow lakes are formed. This isn't some new phenomenon, but it is something I never really thought I'd witness myself. Those oxbows are actually old parts of the river that over time got cut off from the main river run by the build up of debris and logs like I saw first hand just down river from Messervy landing. An oxbow looks like a creek off the main river run but when you follow the creek it just kind of makes the letter 'C' (from a bird's eye view) and doesn't quite make it back to the river again once you enter it, like a dead end or similar to a cul de sac. Those oxbows make great fishing holes, but that got me to thinkin about the people who live at Norman landing. The river used to flow by Norman landing and now those people still have water in their back yard but it it is not flowing and only connected to the river on one end instead of two. I couldn't get it out of my head how mad I would be if I searched and searched to buy a place on the river, say a place at Norman landing, and then one summer the river just changes and I am essentially cut off from having river front property because of a couple of logs. That change in the river cut these people off of the river. It's pretty interesting to think about and will make you think twice about buying that coveted river front property.
Then I had even more nerdier thoughts. So the Edisto river serves as a boundary line between Colleton and Dorchester counties here. So that got me thinking, since the river is the county line and the river shifts does the county line shift with the river? It's interesting to think about because even if the county line is an imaginary line, property boundaries are still a thing. So in this case the Dorchester side of the river got a little bit bigger while the Colleton side shrunk. So depending on what side of the river you are on you could gain or lose property. The folks at Norman landing lost the flow of their river front property but gained more land because the river shifted over leaving land that was previously covered by the river dry, in essence giving them more land by volume. It really left me wondering if the county line changes with changes in the river or is it a set surveyed county line. Interesting stuff to think about, at least I find all of this quite interesting. Well this has gotten pretty long and I doubt the people that need to read this actually will but my warning still stands. This is not a safe section of river, I would implore only experienced kayakers to attempt to pass through this section of river. To be perfectly clear the section of river where this is, is down river from Messervy landing (boat landing) and up river from Good Hope landing. So I want to highly discourage anyone from making the trip from Messervy to Good Hope. To put in at Good Hope is safe but I wouldn't plan to take out there. Be safe out there this spring and summer and remember to enjoy the SC outdoors. I appreciate y'all paddlin along, and thanks so much for readin, likin, commentin, sharin, or just lookin!

Gallivantin up to the South Carolina/North Carolina CornerstonePart 4By- Brett Steinbrecher      Well this one has been ...
03/24/2026

Gallivantin up to the South Carolina/North Carolina Cornerstone
Part 4

By- Brett Steinbrecher

Well this one has been a long time a comin. I left off in part 3 of this trip up in Lancaster county. Now if you don't remember part 3, 2, or 1 I'm not surprised, I didn't remember em either until I went to refresh my mind before I wrote this one. It's been around a year ago since I wrote part 3 another full year after I took the actual trip. That makes it around 2 years ago now, since I went gallivantin up to the SC/NC cornerstone, so I'm not sure if I will be able to remember every minor detail. Even though this adventure dates back to 2024 I can retrace my steps and see the general route I took that day thanks to the technology from my phone and google maps. I'll leave a link at the bottom if any of y'all are interested in seeing the previous parts to this story. I left off in Lancaster county and that's where this part also picks back up.
I was headin east away from Lancaster. Towards a town called Buford that is really more of an intersection than a town. I remembered reading about some Revolutionary War history about Buford's Massacre assacre that happened in the area. As I was going straight in the direction the wind was carryin me, I had I feelin my destination wouldn't be too hard to find. It wasn't hard to find. Buford's Massacre site was just a short distance from turning off of SC highway 9. I saw the small memorial park and it's historical marker and pulled on in. Also known as the battle of Waxhaws this public space is a poignant reminder of SC's role in the Revolutionary War. Many battles were fought on SC ground and SC patriots such as the 'Swamp Fox' played vital roles in turning the tides to the Americans favor during the war when all seemed to be lost. There were over 200 battles in SC during the revolution, more than any of the other states/colonies. As our country rapidly approaches the 250th anniversary of the American Revolution I thought it was important to pay homage and share this historical site in celebration and rememberance of the fallen men who bled for this country that we live in today. This hallowed ground is a sobering reminder of the human cost of war and sickening example of humanity being completely disregarded in an attempt to achieve victory.
On May 29th 1780, American patriots, mostly from Virginia were led here by Colonel Abraham Buford en route from NC going towards Charles Town bringing in reinforcements. It was here at these sacred grounds the patriots were met by the British Legion led by the infamous Colonel Banastre Tarleton. As the opposing armies met here the battle began. The patriots realized they were outnumbered and waved the white flag of surrender shortly after the battle started, but instead of honoring basic human decency, Tarleton commanded the British to continue slaughtering the patriots even after they had laid down their arms. It was a total massacre and very few patriots survived. Many were buried here in a mass grave. Colonel Buford was one of the few patriots to escape on horseback and survive this battle. This egregious act of barbarism brought about the rally cry "remember Tarleton's quarter" which really means take no prisoners and there are no rules of war from here on out, this atrocity certainly started to turn the tides towards America gaining her freedom. I included pictures of the mass grave and the different memorials around the site. I could get caught up writin about this for hours so I'm not going to get that deep into it. If you're interested in learnin more you can read about it in further detail through the pictures I captured at the different informational kiosks throughout the small memorial park. As with anything else, more can be learned from a quick google search about Buford's Massacre as well. Certainly, this is sacred and hallowed SC ground I am thankful I got to walk on, I'm so glad this story is preserved and these men are remembered here in such a proper and respectful way.
The next place I stopped was not as somber and thought provoking as the historic battle grounds but picture worthy all the same. In the small Lancaster county town of Heath Springs I came across an incredible retro gas station. Lookin at the Heath Springs Gulf station was like taking a step back in time. The bright colors and antique gas pumps made this spot too irresistible not to stop and get a few pictures. There's just something about antique signs and old gas stations I just love! I'm 41 years old so I don't remember gas ever being 30 cents a gallon, but boy do these kind of places make me feel nostalgic for a time I never even lived through. Maybe that's why I'm drawn to these places, the mystery and the yearning for the good ole days brings me to the places by pure fate. Somewhere around the corner I found another thing I always search for in small towns, old train stations. It's been over 2 years since I made this trip so I can't remember exactly but it seems like the train depot was just around the corner from the gas station. This old railroad building was built in 1903 and is the 3rd depot built to serve the Heath Springs community. After a quick look around the town I got back on my ole motorcycle and proceeded to start headin South in the general direction of home. It wasn't far out of Heath Springs that I found another cool historical spot that involved a short little hike.
As I can't seem to consume or learn enough about history I had to make the stop when I saw there was a trailhead for the Battle of Hanging Rock historic site. This site is also in Lancaster county and in this northern section of the state, hills can be found that a low country boy like myself ain't 'zackly used to. With those hills and valleys come rocks and boulders that we don't see down in the swamps of the low country that I call home. As I took the trail I noticed huge boulders scattered throughout the woods like they just appeared in the middle of the forest out of nowhere. I took in the smalls caves, climbed a few rocks, and I'm positive I found the rock formation that gave this property its name. One large rock seems to be balancing or hanging on top of another. It was a joy to see some different SC terrain that I don't get to enjoy everyday. The spring flowers and greens from new growth on the trees made the woods explode with color as I walked the historic trails meandering through ancient rocks the size of trucks and cars. Near the hanging rock is a small memorial telling the story about the American victory here. A militia led by 'the fighting gamecock', General Thomas Sumter intercepted a British camp here and killed and wounded over 200 British troops on August 6th 1780. Sumter's militia was 600 strong and suffered only a few casualties compared to the losses of the British in this small lesser known battle.
This was one exceptionally long day trip and at this point in the story it was gettin pretty late in the day. Being a few hours from home I got on the bike and cruised a long while before I would end up stoppin for pictures again. I made it all the way down to Orangeburg county before I was compelled to stop for another picture. I saw the historical marker and a beautiful old wooden church just beyond it that I had never noticed before when passin through on highway 301. Zion church is said to be the oldest Methodist church in the Orangeburg area. The first church was built here before the War Between the States. The faded wooden church pictured here was built around 1880 and housed a congregation of worshippers up into the 1930s. This small picturesque Southern church completely embodies what I'm lookin for when I'm out gallivantin. The stately live oak out front and the weathered wood make this an ideal spot to stop and reflect on SC and our history. These places are worth remembering and when they fall into disrepair and disappear forever I will still have them documented in my photo/journey/stories. The last and final stop of this historical adventure was at the ole coffee shop in Cordova. Though it no longer serves warm coffee this small SC roadside oddity is a welcomed site by many who call Orangeburg county home. Thankfully the owner keeps up with the maintenance of the old decorative coffee pot, keeping it in good shape for people to enjoy many years after the doors of the actual shop were closed for good.
Just for fun I threw in one last picture before I made it safe back home. I only added this last one because it includes another historical railroad depot. I've shared the Williams depot with y'all before, but I just wanted to throw this one in because I thought it was cool and a different look at something through my handlebars. As always I appreciate y'all ridin along. I've said before and I will address again but I have not 'retired' from this hobby of documenting SC history and our interesting sites. The volume I share this stuff has certainly slowed down, but my passion for this definitely hasn't. A combination of different things have contributed to why y'all don't see me post as much anymore. Personal issues, work, time, family life, and responsibilities really keep me from doing these stories as often as I would like to. Writing this stuff is like therapy for me and it is something I definitely need in my life. I have to say my biggest frustration is putting so much time and thought into these stories to share with people, and Facebook algorithms hide my posts from thousands of followers. I won't let Facebook win, I'm going to keep doing my thing. If this post only elicits 1 like they will still not discourage me from sharing my passion with the world. I'm not doing this for likes, or fame, but to build a large compilation to completely document the treasures I find in SC that are threatened by time, so maybe after these treasures are gone future generations can still see the real SC 'through my eyes'. Once I've explored more of the upstate I want to seriously pursue putting all of my adventures together in book form. So if you want to see more of my posts make sure you hit like AND follow and maybe that will help my reach and put me in good standing with the holy, lord, algorithm(sarcasm) so I can share this stuff with others, or just share my posts if you enjoy em. Thanks so much y'all, for readin, likin, commentin, sharin, or just lookin!

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The Irish Jasper Greens of Savannah, GABy- Brett Steinbrecher      I hope this is a fitting tribute to the Irish Jasper ...
03/17/2026

The Irish Jasper Greens of Savannah, GA

By- Brett Steinbrecher

I hope this is a fitting tribute to the Irish Jasper Greens on this St. Patrick's day. These are a few shots from a few years ago on one of my now rare visits to my second home, Savannah, GA. Formed in 1842 and recognized by Georgia in 1843 the Irish Jasper Greens were a group of Irish immigrants that formed a state militia that would go on to fight in the Mexican/American wars and the war between the states. They named their militia after the American Revolutionary war hero Sgt William Jasper who is also honored and remembered in monuments in Savannah and Charleston. I was visitin another one of my heroes that I miss dearly, Poppa Henry, in the Catholic cemetery in Savannah when I stumbled upon this monument. I also added a few interesting shots from within the cemetery. These were taken a while back so I don't remember all the details, but I do remember finding two rows of burials that were all Reverends. I imagine they all served local Savannah Catholic churches over the years. Have a wonderful and SAFE (I'm talkin to you Savannah, GA) St. Patrick's day!

Foggy Mornin Dirt Road Therapy By- Brett Steinbrecher      These ole dirt roads are the closest I'll ever be able to get...
03/12/2026

Foggy Mornin Dirt Road Therapy

By- Brett Steinbrecher

These ole dirt roads are the closest I'll ever be able to get to 'gettin back home'. Now that I'm grown I have to admit, I do have a wonderful home and a beautiful family that surrounds me that I could have never dreamed of being fortunate enough to be blessed with. I'm talkin about the feelin of back home, as in the longing for a world that no longer exists. The South Carolina that I grew up in. Back before cell phones and technology replaced human interaction. I miss those Charleston accents that I grew up hearin that are being phased out and over run with 'come yuhs'. It's unfortunate to see the city of my childhood sold off to the highest bidder. Maybe I just wanna remember the old times as a better time, but it sure did seem like people parked there buggies in the corale at the Piggly Wiggly back then. Not that there was traffic but back then people would let you out in traffic in the Charleston of my childhood. As the years fly by faster and faster the round abouts and stoplights replace the stop signs and dirt roads at a frightening pace. Apartments rise up and take over Grandpa's old farmland like a spreading virus. Acres and acres of wet lands filled in to make room for low quality track houses and cookie cutter neighborhoods. All at the cost of not just Charleston but South Carolina as a whole, losing it's very identity that makes it so damn special in the first place.
Maybe I'm just being dramatic, maybe I'm just too old fashioned. Maybe I'm not progressive enough. Maybe I just don't like change. Maybe I'm just sick and tired of seeing the South Carolina that I love so much rapidly disappearing. That's why I cling so tightly to these South Carolina back roads. I can still find the true character of the South Carolina that I remember on these dirt roads. The feelin I get on these old hunt club roads is one that is hard for me to describe. A sense of peace, a sense of being alone, a sense of wonder as I ponder the history of the old churches or the historic clapboard homes and barns that dot the landscape. I think about the possibility that slaves worked these same fields and after that came the sharecroppers, and innovations like tractors and combines in turn took their places. As the generations came and went, through it all these fields probably don't look too much different than they did 100 or even 200 years ago. When I'm here on these dirt roads at my ole huntin club I'll often turn off my truck with the windows down just to hear the sound of the wind blowin through the trees. Maybe that sound is so soothing to my soul because it is South Carolina speaking directly to my spirit, perhaps saying "be at peace, you are home my son".
In an ever changin world it's these out of the way and forgotten places that I feel the most at home. I am beyond thankful that I am afforded the ability to live so close to here and be able to find and visit these kind of places so often. It's definitely a blessin to be able to drop my son off at school and be able to ride around these old dirt roads to just be alone with my thoughts and find a little peace in such a chaotic world. All these pictures are from a very foggy January mornin this year. If you've followed my page for any amount of time you may have seen some of these places in other posts of mine. The ominous fog was too irresistible not to go out and try to photograph after taking my kid to school. All these are around Reevesville in Dorchester county. There's the Kroger-Murray-Carroll Farmhouse, Appleby Church, St. Mark Church, and various other shots from around turkypon hunt club. As I close I just want to say take care of your neighbors, try to be a good person, get outside, turn off your phone, go walk in the woods, go just exist and sit next to some body of water. There's more to life than staring at a phone. Be a light unto others in this ME-FIRST world we live in. I love y'all, thanks for riding along and I appreciate y'all likin, sharin, readin, commentin, or just lookin!

02/20/2026

The Ace Basin in all her glory

By Brett Steinbrecher

Scenes like this have become one of the things in my life my soul craves. Just to pause and breathe in deep so I can feel this salty paradise down deep in my soul. As I exhale the weight is lifted from my chest as the burdens, the bad things goin on in the world, and troubles of life temporarily slips away and there is a moment of peace. Nothin but the sound of nature. A sound I am very familiar with. I'm not lost to the fact that some have never been lucky enough to experience this type of peace, quiet, and solitude in such a special unspoiled setting. No cars, no horns honkin, no sirens, no noise, just the warming Southern breeze and the water faintly splashin through the marsh with rising of the tide. The only man made noise to be heard here is the haunting sound of a distant train but otherwise there is peaceful silence to find here. For miles and miles, there is nothin but marsh as far as the eye can see, except for the occasional small hammock of wild palmettos and scrubby marsh oaks that dot the horizon. During the magic hour this wide open area becomes God's canvas for stunning scenes painted in the distant skies that can never be duplicated or re-created. Each sunrise and sunset here is as different as each and everyone of us. I'll wear the sand-gnat bites proudly as a badge of honor just for the chance to sit with you for a moment, you my dear ACE Basin.
Some ole country song I remember had a line that said, "I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean". Well I sure do feel small when I stand here in the presence of the greatness of the ACE Basin. It's hard for me to look out at this view and not believe in a creator that's greater than me. As I sit here and ponder life I realize in the grand scheme of things how small I really am compared to this vast openness. I realize that nature and these beautiful scenes that all of the rivers of the ACE Basin have to offer are immensely valuable. The peace that is found here is truly priceless and this vast estuary deserves to continue to be protected for eternity. I hope that my descendants can come here many years from now and see this same view untouched by man. Hopefully the only thing that will change here is the heighth of the ever growing pine trees off in the distant maritime forest. I'm certainly not an expert on the data centers that seem to be a theme poppin up in the news lately. I am however an expert outdoorsman and steward of this environment and it is my duty to protect this environment. Maybe I shouldn't speak on things I don't know or understand, but I feel inclined to state, that such a valuable ecosystem like this should never be harmed by the hands of man with factories, solar farms, and data centers.
In these times of horrifying headlines, national turmoil, neighbor versus neighbor, and evil parading around unchecked and thriving, these places and these views are a place to escape all that. In the ACE Basin I can come back to the actual real reality and what really matters. There is more to life than what that TV tells us and what these stupid phones in our hands are doing to us as humans. As we navigate the unstable and volatile times I challenge you to stop when you can, and enjoy the simple things in life that most miss or take for granted. I challenge you to pray and meditate when life gets overwhelming with the constant bombardment of negativity. I challenge you to try and find the hidden beauty in your everyday surroundings. I challenge you not to worry about things that you can't control and for you to keep in perspective the things that really matter. If the weight of the world seems to be weighing you down I challenge you to get to know Jesus. I imagine you might have already watched this video, but if you've read all this already, I challenge you to turn the volume up and watch it again. I hope this little video clip of a late November sunset from Field's point on the Southeastern edge of Colleton county brings you some peace this mornin. The video isn't the same as being there but I hope you can enjoy this quick glimpse into this incredible treasure known as the ACE Basin. I appreciate y'all and thanks so much for readin, commentin, likin, sharin, or just lookin!

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