|Chicken fried steak and grits from Page's Okra Grill|
We stopped in Beaufort, SC and went to a fort, can't recall the name, probably something inventive like Beaufort Fort, and were attacked by mosquitoes from hell. Seriously, it was like we were in a remake of Birds (for you young folks that's a scary movie where birds attack). We didn't spend much time there since it was made abundantly clear that Jenn doesn't like mosquitoes...and she continued to moan and groan about it for HOURS. In fact, it's hours later and she's still talking about the baseball size mosquito bite on her forehead. I keep telling her it's hardly noticeable unless you look at her face. And that's the truth. Looks like someone slammed her head into a table top. Very entertaining.
|Best hush puppies thus far: Salty Dog.|
|Paid $6 bucks in Hilton Head to see what I can see on any Oregon backroad|
|Hurricane Matthew's destruction: Basically on every side road in Hilton Head, SC|
|DB pushing sauce to customers.|
Of note, DB is very proud of Cajun Cafe's home made sauce and made sure everyone tried it. It was very entertaining watching DB interact with the customers...and it made me really want to quit my day job and become a bartender. I mean, hell, who doesn't want a job where you can talk all night and drink? Ok, I admit, I'm a bit old for that. Maybe.
Eventually, our hearse ghost tour started and then ended. I'd like to be able to tell you it was awesome but the 1985 used hearse needed some serious mechanical help. One of the rear bearings was going out so it sounded like we were being followed by a team of horses. Clank clank clank. And the driver, John, though very nice, looked like a homeless dude who hadn't showered in months. The cool factor is all in the fact that you are riding around in a hearse....that sounds like a horse drawn carriage.
|Hearse tour...bad photo? Well it was a bad tour, I didn't think it deserved high props.|