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Columbia, SC: Honoring the Past, Focusing on the Present

One score and a month or so ago, we moved to Columbia, South Carolina, a land flowing with flowering trees. Delicate dogwoods and azaleas bloomed everywhere, nearly knocking our poor Texas-dried eyes out of their sockets. The lush (we took this picture in early spring, so you'll have to use your imagination) vegetation wasn't the only thing that floored us. Along with wide streets and magnificent architecture in the downtown area, we soon learned this city was steeped in history. With several marks in its favor, I decided to check it out.

The kids were little then, and couldn't protest too much when I put them in the car to explore. They didn't mind when we ended up at Sesquicentennial State Park or Riberbanks Zoo. But they did sigh a few times after I checked out Sherman's March Through the Carolinas and immediately began visiting places mentioned in the book.

I expected to find that same city on this visit, and at first glance, it appeared we had. After pulling into the Clarion Hotel, located on Gervais in the historic downtown area, I spotted a sign that said Sherman headquartered there during his stay.



That's the Columbia I remember.

Despite a light rain, we visited SC's capitol, aka the State House. As in the past, pink azaleas framed the immense Greek Revival structure, and gold stars still mark the spots where Sherman's cannons hit the building.



As I mentioned earlier, the streets are wide, some stretching one hundred and fifty feet across, while others, a mere hundred feet. The city planned it so because....
“The width was determined by the belief that the dangerous and pesky mosquito could not fly more than 60 feet without dying of starvation along the way.”
Residents and visitors still enjoy those wide streets, which are even more beneficial than they've been in the past.

On this trip, I once again settled into what I thought was the pulse of the city. But as I soon learned, Columbia has undergone several changes in the last decade, and it's now a good mix of past and present. Modern buildings soar beside stone or marble structures. On the way to Chick-fil-A and Atlanta Bread Company on Main Street, we passed the Doric-columned Supreme Court building. Several years ago, planners revitalized an old warehouse district by converting it to a trendy hub called the Vista, complete with condos, art galleries, and several restaurants. The brick and woodworking creates great ambiance. And for the record, the Blue Marlin has great key lime pie.

Columbia also appears to be big on the arts. We passed a dance conservatory, and later, made a grievous error by not going to the Columbia Art Museum. However, we did see a few artistic pieces around town:

Exploring time was limited on this trip, so we didn't have a chance to take a hike at nearby Congaree National Park or search for the Fort Jackson passage of the Palmetto Trail. Nor did we go to Elmwood Cemetery or the Caroliniana Room at USC. But I did make it to one attraction on my list, and I'll cover that in my next post. 

Congaree National Park

Don't ask me why, but we chose to walk through Congaree Swamp during mosquito season. We decided the mosquitoes probably weren't that bad given the recent rains and cooler temps (upper 80's that day). We were partially right. The bugs weren't a problem--until the end of our journey.

Home to the Congaree Indians until approximately 1700 when they were annihilated by smallpox, and then settled by the British sometime after that, the 22,000 acre spread known as Congaree National Park is the "last of the contiguous area of old-growth bottomland hardwood forest in the United States" according to the brochure handed to us by a helpful Park Ranger. (I'm really starting to like these people.) According to this same brochure, half of South Carolina was once a floodplain similar to that found in Congaree.

There are six trails at Congaree, the longest of which is the 11.7 Kingsnake Trail. We chose the 4.4 Weston Lake Loop, which begins at the Visitors Center, skirts Wise Lake, follows Cedar Creek's eastward course, cuts north toward Weston Lake at the Kingsnake Trail turnoff, and then ends at the opposite side of the boardwalk. Piece of cake.

Though the Park offers a guided tour along the boardwalk in the morning and afternoon, we opted to go it alone using the "Self-Guided Tour" brochure available at the Visitors Center. The boardwalk has a numbering system that corresponds to the numbers in the brochure, and using it, we read about the key role of the beech tree in American cuisine, the fact that muck is an actual substance, not merely a description, a bit about the bald cypress and tupelo trees, how switch cane (similar to bamboo but more akin to sugar care) changed the landscape in the swamp, and more. We used the brochure until we reached the Weston Lake Trail turnoff, then we headed into the far reaches of the swamp.

Just beyond the boardwalk, the trail changed from a newer wood construction to an older, spongier boardwalk, and then to level ground (or "Alligator-Level" as I called it.) Up until this point, the paths were wide and gave us a view of the dry, then muddy, finally swampy landscape through countless bald cypress, tupelo, cherrybark oak, and the magnificent loblolly pine. After we left the boardwalk, vegetation pressed in along the edge of the trail at times, providing only a close view of tall weeds.

There are plenty of gnarled trees, gruesome looking spiders, and adorable lizards at Congaree. We also saw two snakes, what I think is a long leaf pine savanna, several cardinal flowers, and a dozen or so turtles swimming around Weston Lake. We spotted a heron walking along the far side of the river bank, too far for my little camera to get a clear picture. I've heard wild pigs and much longer snakes live in the forest, and I'm pleased to say we didn't see either.

The entire swamp has a nice primeval feel to it. I half expected to see an Ewok or at least the creature from the Black Lagoon pop out of the rust-colored or black stained water, but the heavy quiet was broken only by the sporadic hammering of a woodpecker, the monkey-like squawk of a bird and the faint noise that sounded like breaking twigs as leaves floated from the sky to the rotting ground cover below.

Though the temperature had hit the 80's, humidity soon covered us with a thick layer of sweat that served as adhesive for every bit of grime we found along the way. The bug spray that we finally had to pull out enhanced that feeling, and before long, my clothing was plastered to me. So when we saw the Sims Trail, a road that runs parallel to the two North-South sections of the boardwalk (and which would decrease our journey by .3 miles) we took it. Bit of a mistake.

Did I mention the Skeeter Meter? It's a cute little meter posted at the Visitors Center that estimates the severity of the mosquitoes on a given day. On the day we went, it was between a 3 and 4--4 being severe, but nowhere near 6, aka, War Zone. Up to the moment we hit Sims Trail, the bugs attacked us only when we stopped for longer than a minute. Needless to say, we kept moving. Sims Trail proved to be a whole different matter.

Shortly after taking the trail, we ran into a swarm of the blood-sucking scavengers that we'd managed to avoid until then. Swatting did little to disperse the pests, though we tried it anyway, and though we were close to the Visitors Center, we doused ourselves with another round of bug spray. This only seemed to make the skeeters mad and they bombarded the poisonless portions of our bodies, dive-bombing our eyes, ears, noses, and lining the bone that ran alongside our forearm. We quickened our pace (judging by my time on the treadmill, I would have to estimate it at 3 mph) and pushed on, executing the little leeches as we went until finally, we reached the boardwalk and turned off. Suddenly, the bugs disappeared.

Moral of the story? If you go to Congaree in the summer, stay away from Sims Trail.

Congaree National Park is open seven days a week, 8:30 A.M – 5:00 P.M. Fishing is permitted anywhere except for Weston Lake. As of this writing, the Park offered free canoe tours on Sundays. Call two weeks in advance for reservations. And lest I forget…it doesn't cost a thing to get in to Congaree - this NPS Park is free. For more information, go to http://www.nps.gov/cong/index.htm

The trails at Congaree make a great hike in a historic natural community. Just don't forget the bug spray.