Tod had a trial in McClellanville last Thursday so I decided to play hooky and tag along, although I guess it doesn't really count as hooky because I had permission to skip work and because I had reasons for going. My reasons for going: (1) it's not often that I get to spend part of the workday with my husband, even if it is just riding in the car, and that time together is the kind of thing I think crazy busy people probably look back on their lives and wish they'd had more of, and (2) I'd never been to McClellanville--yes, I'd driven right next to it many times, but I'd never actually turned off Highway 17 to give the town a proper visit. Oh, and there was the bit about lunch. My third reason for tagging along was the old-fashioned country buffet at Buckshot's that we'd been wanting to try. I ate two plates of macaroni and cheese and fried chicken (among other things) and was so full afterwards that I felt positively drunk on the way back to Charleston.
Because I spend a lot of time in a courtroom as it is, after I met everyone in the courthouse (including the Judge's precious dog, Dixie) I headed outside for some fresh air. (Plus, I didn't want to make Tod nervous; his job and my job are two totally different creatures.)
I found a towel in the trunk of the car, grabbed my book, and spread out beneath a live Oak dripping in Spanish moss.
(My book, by the way, was The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. It's a great young adult book, but be prepared to cry.)
My plan worked great until the landscaping crew showed up to mow the grass. But that's the kind of thing that happens sometimes.
The next plan: sightseeing.
For those of you who have never turned off Highway 17 to give McClellanville a proper visit, the next time you have 20 minutes to spare, consider making the turn, especially if it's shrimp season and you want to take some home for supper.
The houses in McClellanville look like this . . .
and this . . .
The churches look something like this . . .
(Sorry for the blurry pictures; I took them from the window of a moving car.)
And the public pier looks like this.
So yes, McClellanville is seriously charming. Why Hollywood hasn't discovered it yet is anybody's guess, but I think it's the sort of place that makes you want to write a book, or at the very least, read one, preferably while sipping something cool from a front porch overlooking the water. Am I right or what?