I’ve been on the road for a few days. One needs a visit to Buc-ee’s. However, I think I will never visit one of these places on a summer weekend again unless perhaps early in the morning. I was jammed.
I first visited a buddy who is now chaplain at Parris Island. “And on that island… there is sand…”.
Not so much sand here, however. Swamp, rather.
For supper it was between shrimp and grits and gumbo. With, of course, beer. This beer was NOT as good as the beer the monks make in Norcia. Not by along shot.
Having had Gumbo at Parris Island, I couldn’t help but think of our long-lost and much-missed Semper Gumby. If you are out there, c’mon back home.
And remind my to avoid the interstate on summer weekends. I-26. Nightmare of construction and just plain moronic driving.
I darn near died in Ashville. We were merging into the next phase of Interstate, lots of traffic. Fast. The woman in front of me… STOPPED. AFTER merging onto the INTERSTATE. A phalanx of guardian angels deserve thanks. It was perhaps the single weirdest thing I’ve seen and one of the most dangerous by far. My heartrate is still coming down and that was yesterday.
Having reached my next overnight stop, there was good food and an unbeatable view of the bend in the river where Daniel Boone was.
Early up and off. I am not in West Virginia for a conference for priests held by the St Paul Center for Biblical Theology.
It is possible for people to subscribe for internet viewing of the talks.
I warmly recommend these conferences, which are intended for priests.
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You passed right through our old home town in South Carolina. Love Beaufort SC and I hope you had the Frogmore Stew. Asheville is beautiful but full of nuts and berries so to speak. It always has been but especially today.
Nice road trip. Jim
I’m not very surprised to hear of the driver stopping when entering the freeway (instead of accelerating). Lately I’ve become convinced that people are on meds when they drive.
Scary.
Paris Island, eh? Our son is there this summer at MCRD, training to be a Marine. He likes the chaplain. He hasn’t mentioned the TLM yet, though…
Thank you, Father!
I am so sad about Semper Gumby! Lord you know where he is, please return Semper Gumby to us. St. Anthony, please look around.
Great photos Fr. Z, and driving is no longer relaxing.
Discovered Buc-ees through a parody video at the Babylon Bee. Was able to visit them three times during a recent trip to Florida. What a wonderful store. Inexpensive fuel, CLEAN inside and out, friendly staff, great food.
As to the interstate driver- it’s only going to get worse as all the folks pouring over the border get licenses, as well as more and more people driving while stoned on ‘medicinal’ pot.
As one who lives on Hilton Head Island in the Low Country of Beaufort County and a stone’s throw from Parris Island, that swamp, as you call it, is called by locals for what it is, the marsh, a tidal marsh at that! ?
About Buc-ee’s:
I live in Texas. There’s a Buc-ee’s north of Houston on Interstate 45. I make sure I avoid that place the day before Thanksgiving due to the crowds. I kid you not the local fire department was directing traffic around that store the day before Thanksgiving.
That said I don’t mind stopping there at less busy times. Coffee there is good for an early morning drive out of town on vacation.
Fr. Z. may like Cheney’s or Road Ranger which are more popular in his neck of the woods. Pilot, RaceTrac, Wawa, and QT stores aren’t bad either. End of commercial.