As planned, I drove down to Congaree National Park this morning. Door to gate, about 100 miles even. I arrived around 10:45 AM, or so. Fortunately, the weather was very cooperative. The sun stayed behind a thin layer of clouds during the time that I was there, casting interesting, yet not-so-harsh shadows.
Initially, when I hit the boardwalk that runs through the swamp, I was moving like I was on my morning walk! I was moving! Then, I had to remind myself to reduce speed to 1/4 impulse! I got it under control and took my good old time walking the 2.4 mile loop. It took me about 2:10 to walk the loop … that’s what you call a “mosey“! I was enjoying the sights and sounds, or lack thereof, and having a good time walking and snapping a photo here or there. The park is located 12 miles east of I-77, so there was no highway sound to be heard. The only sounds were those of birds and the occasional screech of a child in the distance as they ran along the boardwalk.
About halfway through the walk, I came upon this gentleman, who quite honestly reminded me of my friend, Monte, although Monte has a much shorter beard! He was perched upon the railing, gazing into Weston Lake. As I walked up, I took a couple of photos. When I got near him I said: Looks like you have the best seat in the house, my friend. He replied, simply: I believe so. After that no more words were exchanged. I sat on a nearby bench, enjoyed the sun, enjoyed the quiet. After about 10 minutes, he said: Have a good day. I said: Thank you. You, too. And off he went.
I still have a number of photos to look at. I think that I got some that were keepers, but the top photo has already been tagged with “favorites”.