We seemed to just fit on the road and there was no way to back up and no way to turn around. After what seemed like ages (with one stop so I could run back and secure the Keurig, which was destined for the floor) we arrived in a lovely glade of trees in the center of the Plantation property. That dirt road had shaken us back to the late 1700's.
The entrance road was not especially suited for a trailer and truck, and neither was the parking lot. Scott quickly assessed the situation and deftly backed into a service road in the shade of some oak trees. We took a few minutes to enjoy a sandwich and soda, sitting under the trees with the dogs, and went off to explore the park.
We couldn't go in the Plantation house but it's architecture was very interesting. The house is undergoing renovations and has limited tour opportunities. It is situated on the banks of the Ft. George River. There was a delightful breeze that was welcome on this sunny day.
The Plantation had 32 tabby cabins that housed close to 100 slaves that worked at different tasks on the 1000 acre Plantation.
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