It ain’t pretty, but it works. It took almost 9 hours of driving straight down from DC to reach the thick, swampy forests of South Carolina. As we went, the air got heavier, pine trees fell away as highway churches multiplied, and the ladies at roadside Starbucks stops started calling me “baby girl”. Grey moss hangs low off the trees, pickup trucks now dominate the road, and sweet tea is everywhere.
It’s official: we’ve arrived in the Deep South.