Off Like A Dirty Shirt

We had a wonderful time at the Modoc COE campground.  We had dinner with Mike and Terri most every night, we alternated between their RV and our Journey.  Good food and good friends makes for a good time.  I even learned a new culinary technique from Mike.  He showed me how to cut garlic bread with scissors.   It’s all in the wrist.

We took a drive into nearby Augusta, Georgia to explore the River Walk.  The day was warm and sunny.

Saw a strange species of fish there.

The walk actually has two levels, one high and one low.  It is built on a levee to keep the waters away from Augusta during floods.  The walkways are paved beautifully with bricks, with all kinds of flowers planted along the way.

These are Red Toilet Brush flowers that Marti is standing by.

There is a built in sun dial to tell the time.  Marti had to try it out and found it was very accurate.  Take that, Timex!

All along the way are plaques to read explaining different things about the area and its history.  Terri and Marti stopped to read many of them.  It made the walk very interesting.

Across the river, on the South Carolina side are beautiful homes.  We wondered how they’d survive in a flood, because they are not protected much by levees.  I guess if you can afford a house that nice, you can afford the flood insurance premiums…

At one end of the walk is a railroad bridge, with a portion that can be lifted to allow large ships to pass.

Hey, is that a campground on the far side of the bridge?  It must be because it’s by railroad tracks.

The Dogwoods were in bloom.

Azaleas were also popping.  We had lots of them around our house that we enjoyed every Spring.  Do we miss owning a home?  Nope!

There were ducks everywhere enjoying the river water.  Psst!  Don’t  let those guys from Duck Dynasty know.

It was a really enjoyable walk, not like the River Walk in San Antonio, Texas, but beautiful in its own way.

We had to leave on Sunday, but we’ll go back.  Modoc is a great campground.  As sad as it was to pull out and head on down the road, one thing made it worth the trip.

You bet I pulled in and filled my tank.  55 gallons of pure diesel fuel, with non of the bio junk in it.  That makes me a very happy camper!  :c)

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