Been there, done that

Parker’s Ferry, South Carolina
Following the Brown Signs to a boat ramp, no concrete here, just a hole in the reeds and rushes, green and sweet and sheltering. We sleep until the cloak of humid heat wakes us up at nine am, stagger back on the road just as the local fire and rescue truck comes to check out the boat ramp. Camping at night in the late-spring South is delicious as long as you have lots of windows to open and lots of screens for your windows. The dogs aren’t with us because we’re on our way to a beach weekend, but if they were here, they’d be panting during the day.