Savannah

We’ve left Hunting Island on Friday morning. We headed south towards Jacksonville, where we’re about to spend the next seven days. Today is the last day of September, a month during which we’ve only spent couple of nights in actual beds. I’m proud of us all, but mostly of Agnieszka, for whom the camping experience seems to be the most difficult. Especially as the last few weeks have been rather damp and moist. Sometimes cold, other times hot, but always wet. I think we’ve deserved a break. The next week we’ll spend in a clean and dry hotel downtown, with such luxuries as cable TV and 24/7 high-speed internet.

On our way to Jacksonville, we’ve decided to visit Savannah, which we’ve heard is a beautiful town. We’ve arrived around 1.00 PM and fooled by a “Bike Route” sign next to our free parking decided to explore the city wearing helmets. First we had fix them though – a week of sand and salt water proved to be lethal for the chains. Once I got them all fixed we hit the streets, only to realize that this otherwise gorgeous downtown wasn’t built for bicycles. Cobblestone streets with tram cars near the river are as picturesque, as they are uncomfortable. We’ve ended up walking the bikes most of the time.

At some point, we stopped next to a small statue and wanted to take a picture with all of us in it. We asked a bystander for help, only to be answered in Polish. Turned out we’ve asked a lovely lady from Philadelphia, who happened to be originally from… Chorzów! Among other things, they also showed us a way to the City Market, which is a great place for lunch, especially if you’re a fan of New York style pizza…

Crabbing

Half way through the week, we’ve realized that seven nights in such a wonderful place as Hunting Island is not enough. The trouble is that it’s difficult to get a spot for any longer. Especially around weekends the park starts to be really busy. And people come here from all over the World. Our direct neighbors were people from as near as Hilton Head, or as far as Wisconsin and Germany. The park has some interpretive programs, not as good or diverse as those in Smith Mountain Lake State Park, but interesting nonetheless. Most people come here mostly because of the beach. We have decided to take advantage of an opportunity to learn to catch crabs. Who knows when it will come in handy during this trip?

On Thursday morning, we’ve met with a few other students at the parks Nature Center. The ranger assigned the responsibility of teaching us was a twenty something kid. After collecting $5 from each of us, he handed us four circular nets suspended on long rolls of string. To encourage the crabs to crawl into the nets, he suggested we should use some meat – preferably boney, to let them chew on it for a bit, as crabbing is apparently just a waiting game. You attach the bait in the net, throw it down from a pier into murky water and wait ten to fifteen minutes before pulling it out again. The theory is that the meat in the net will attract at first some small crabs, then over time it will draw some larger ones. And those we are interested in, of course.

In reality, our kids don’t have the patience to wait that long. Alex was pulling his net out in just a few minutes after throwing it in. Nadia could wait any longer either. The funny thing is though, that both of them pulled out some crabs! They both were females (recognized by red pinchers and a battery-like compartment at the bottom where they store eggs), which means there isn’t much meat in they claws. We decided to keep them anyway.

We all had lots of fun pulling our nets out and chasing the crabs on the pier. You should know that trying to get the creature out of a net and into a bucket is much more exciting than waiting and starring at a piece of string dangling from a pier. Once it’s out of the net, it starts crawling towards the edge of the boardwalk and if successful jumps right back into the ocean. If you’re quick and brave enough, you will step on it and pick it up by its back side. If you’re slow and clumsy, or if you hesitate for even just a fraction of a second, the crab will pinch you. It is said that, the bigger the crab, the more ferocious it is. It is definitely true, and let me just add that they fight for they dear life like crazy.

We’ve spent the entire morning at the pier dancing around and jumping over crabs, letting the females back into the ocean and risking life trying not to let the males escape. After a few hours in the unforgiving sun and heat, we had just enough crabs to fill one of our bicycle baskets. Our kids wanted to continue, but I assessed that we’ve caught just enough for lunch and to justify the $20 we’ve spent on it.

When we got back to the campsite, the challenge was to get the beasts out of the basket and into a pot with boiling water at its bottom. I have to admit, this part was the most difficult for me. During the countless duels I had with those little dudes, I started to respect them for their intelligence and fearlessness. I think the same is true for Nadia and Alex. The three of us refused to eat their meat, and cooked sausages with sweet potatoes instead. Agnieszka had a great lunch!

Beach Bums

It’s been five nights on the island so far. Three of them in the middle of a jungle, the other two in a more civilized camping spot with own water and electric supply. Dealing with the pesky, but apparently very smart raccoons (we’ve heard horror stories about them opening zipped coolers, working in gangs and invading tents), carrying food in and out, and walking miles to the restrooms or even to get some water proved to be very tiring. It’s one thing if you come just for a night or two, like most of our local neighbors, but it’s something completely different when it’s your permanent living space.

Therefore on Monday morning, after a night rain, we’ve packed our stuff and went to the Rangers to see if there are other sites available. Past weekend several options opened up. We’ve chosen a sunny, well ventilated spot with people all around and a promise of a more comfortable life. Couple of hours later most our stuff was moved to the new place, but we’ve decided to use this opportunity to return the Coleman tent to the store and exchange it for a simpler, Ozark Trail model. For some reason we like the second brand better. Their tents tend to be far less complex, well made and far less expensive. They also seem to dry quicker, but that might be just my perception.

During our stay on the island, we’ve been spending most of the time on the beach, mostly swimming in the ocean and sunbathing, but also riding bicycles to a nearby historic lighthouse. On a clear day, the view from the top is spectacular. You can see form miles and except for trawlers catching shrimp, there are no man-made structures on the horizon. One could imagine that the landscape here didn’t change in a million years. Except of course for the progressing erosion of the shoreline, for which hundred years ago the lighthouse had to be moved about half mile inland. There is also a beautiful park in between the beach and the main road running parallel to the ocean. It’s densely covered by all kinds of vegetation with only a few paved roads running through. Around noon time, this is the best place to be, for riding bikes in the tropical forest‘s deep shade is a great alternative to heat and humidity nearing three digits.

Thanks to them, Nadia discovered surfing, apparently her new passion. We had no choice, but to buy her a body board (a small surf board) and now we just can’t pull her out of the water. It doesn’t matter that she got smashed by the waves several times, got underneath them, drank salt water and lost her hat (yep, that’s a second one lost during this journey). If we only let her, she would spend whole days in the ocean. Alex isn’t too shy of the mighty sea either. He loves to run in and out of the water, jump waves and chase seagulls. He also considers the body board his own, which obviously leads to numerous conflicts between them.

With the limited space we have, we can’t afford to accumulate any stuff on the way. For the board to come with us, a pillow had to go. It’s a “one in, one out” policy, which I hope we will maintain also after our return to civilization. For now, the van is our home and we need to keep in shape. Speaking of which, couple of days ago Agnieszka lost the key to the van. You can only imagine the frantic and hopeless search through millions of cubic tons of sand in a progressing high tide. The other key was locked safely… in the car, so for a few moments we were seriously considering that breaking into our own car will be the only option. Fortunately retracing our steps of the day led us to a camp recycling station, where we’ve found the keys. Since it’s been several long hours between us losing the keys and finding them again, my only conclusion is that recycling isn’t very popular down here in the South…

It’s a jungle out here!

It was raining the whole day. When we were packing our gear in Cheraw, we folded the tent all wet stuck it together with other soaked items into the roof rack. That’s a proven technique by now. Whatever’s dry and has to stay that way rides in the car, moist and dump equipment rides on the roof. There is only one problem. The roof rack has two locks for which, we’ve lost the keys. Instead, we use a bright orange heavy duty strap. Well, at least most of the time we do…

That day we were in such a hurry to leave for our next destination that we’ve forgotten to secure the luggage on top of the car. That proved to be an excellent recipe for disaster. At 70 mph, on an interstate, in the middle of a storm, the roof rack does not want to stay closed. At some point I’ve heard a strange sound from above and a moment later I saw something in the rear view mirror. We either hit a bird, or the damn roof trunk failed. Well, obviously there are only a few birds crazy enough to challenge a tropical storm, so it must have been the later. I stopped immediately, which in such conditions means about half a minute or mile further. The roof rack was open and our tarp was ready for take-off. I checked the rest of the items and concluded that we’ve lost at least the bag with tent poles, hopefully not more.

The big question was, do I risk my life and walk back half a mile in pouring rain on a busy interstate to retrieve a bag of poles? Even if they’re still intact, I decided a $79.95 is not worth the hustle. We drove off and bought a new tent at the next Walmart. This one isn’t as nice as the one we lost, but is more or less the same size. Just more complicated to setup and fold down. Oh well…

When we eventually got to the Hunting Island State Park, the sun started to peak out from behind an overcast sky. We couldn’t wait to get to the beach, so we quickly hauled all our gear to a site about 100 yards from the parking lot. The camp site itself looks like a set from “Off the Map”. It’s South Carolina, and yet it’s a jungle. It’s nested in the middle of a forest, with pines, focuses and palm trees all around. It looked terrific.

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Surfer Girl
Surfer Girl24-Sep-2011 18:40, PENTAX Corporation PENTAX K100D , 8.0, 45.0mm, 0.003 sec, ISO 200
 
Robert at work...
Robert at work...24-Sep-2011 18:37, PENTAX Corporation PENTAX K100D , 8.0, 200.0mm, 0.002 sec, ISO 200
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When we got to the beach, it was already after sunset. That obviously didn’t stop me or the kids from getting completely wet and then covered with sand. An hour after dark, we decided we’re hungry and got back to our site. Riding the bikes in complete darkness wasn’t easy, but we made it safe. Due to the rain earlier, all wood was soaking wet, which proved to be really difficult to start the camp fire. Especially with an empty lighter and wet matches. I managed to burn my finger in the process, but finally called it a success. For about ten minutes, as this is how much wood we’ve collected to fuel the fire.

While fiddling with the campfire, we’ve heard some disturbing noises from nearby bushes. Apparently we weren’t alone in this site and our animal neighbors were having a rather laud domestic dispute. Turned out we set up our camp in the middle of a raccoon territory. When we were getting acquainted with the Ocean, those little fellows already visited our kitchen tent. Missing bag of roasted peanuts gave as the clue…

With no campfire and no snacks, we decided to call it a day and retired to the tent about 10PM. That however, does not meant we got to sleep longer than usual. Apparently, it wasn’t just one family of raccoons, more like a few hordes. I had to step out from the tent to rescue our supplies. In just few trips, I hauled everything back to the car, leaving only some pots and mugs in the kitchen tent. Let me just add that this was the evening when my favorite miners lamp also decided to quit. Believe me, it’s not a pleasant experience to evacuate food in complete darkness surrounded by a bunch of hungry animals.

When I got back to the tent, the kids were already asleep, which is a very good thing. I couldn’t force myself to slander listening to the noises outside. Raccoons were obviously quite displeased with my actions, but did not surrender hope. Maybe not very intelligent, they don’t lack perseverance. It took them all night and several repeated attempts at our empty mugs and pots to realize that the food was actually gone. On top of that, the regular sounds of a sub-tropical forest are quite different from what we are accustomed. A falling oak leaf doesn’t make much noise, but imagine a palm tree leaf. Or imagine multiple palm trees shedding their leaves all at the same time in the middle of the night. Add the squirrels running around and throwing pine cones at your tent, bats, owls, deer and God only knows what other night creatures. Supposedly the alligators live nearby too…

While I was trying to fall asleep, listening to a cacophony of noises, suddenly I heard a bear snore right next to me. Apparently , my wife was real tired and just couldn’t care less about the jungle outside…

 

The Prettiest Town in Dixie

Cheraw, SC

On our trip we’re meeting some pretty interesting people. All they have some truly amazing stories to tell. Like the couple we’ve met in Virginia. They live in Massachusetts, but only during the short summer. They don’t actually have a house there, they sold it and bought an AirStream trailer. They haul it around and stay as hosts at State Parks throughout the country. Being a host means a few responsibilities, but also a free site to anchor for a month. They gave us a few tips and as a result, we’re heading towards the ocean to Hunting Island State Park.

It is a long way to get there, especially with two little monsters asking every couple minutes “Are we there yet?”. Therefore we’ve decided to break the trip into two four hour legs. At the end of the first part lies Cheraw, a charming little town in northern South Carolina. Admittedly, I didn’t know Dizzy and anything about him when I chose the place, but soon after arrival Agnieszka filled me up on jazz history. Turns out, Dizzy Gillespie is the father of american jazz music and Cheraw happens to be his hometown and a modern day Mecca for jazz enthusiasts from around the World.

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Dizzy Gillespie with Nadia and Alex in Cheraw, SC

The town sits on the banks of the Pee Dee river and it’s history dates back to early seventeen hundreds. Even today, the downtown area is sprinkled with many building from before 1860.

For lunch we’ve stopped in The River’s Edge, a downtown restaurant run by a very nice couple. The food was delicious and as usual we’ve gotten into a conversation with the owners. One thing leads to another and after the establishment closed for the day, we’ve ended up making pierogis for us all…

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Life in the woods

A day at the beach

I’m sitting at a local library in Westlake Corner, VA. It’s books time for Nadia, play time for Alex and shopping for Agnieszka. I have a few minutes and a decent Wi-Fi connection for this short update. We’ve been living in this beautiful Smith Mountain Lake State Park for almost a week now. The temperature has been in the mid ’80 and there’s only been a few other campers beside us. That gave us the opportunity to participate in all the programs the park has to offer. We’ve been hiking and running in the woods, we’ve been watching bats and owls, learning to use a compass and cook in a campfire, playing ball on a beach, swimming, canoeing, boating and even knee boarding. We’ve been busy playing, but we didn’t forget about school. We did most of the lessons in Discovery Center, where Nadia was crunching Math and practicing English and Polish. We’ve been reading The Story of the World and other books rented from local library. Nadia even started her own journal!

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USA, Smith Mountain Lake, VA - Widok z parku na jezioro (Fot. Robert Bajan)
USA, Smith Mountain Lake, VA - Widok z parku na jezioro (Fot. Robert Bajan)13-Sep-2011 22:48, PENTAX Corporation PENTAX K100D , 11.0, 28.0mm, 0.003 sec, ISO 200
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USA, Smith Mountain Lake, VA - Widok z parku na jezioro (Fot. Robert Bajan)
USA, Smith Mountain Lake, VA - Widok z parku na jezioro (Fot. Robert Bajan)14-Sep-2011 16:42, PENTAX Corporation PENTAX K100D , 8.0, 28.0mm, 0.004 sec, ISO 200
USA, Smith Mountain Lake, VA - Pień drzewa wyrzeżbiony przez Yellow Bellied Sap Sucker (Fot. Robert Bajan)
USA, Smith Mountain Lake, VA - Pień drzewa wyrzeżbiony przez Yellow Bellied Sap Sucker (Fot. Robert Bajan)14-Sep-2011 17:06, PENTAX Corporation PENTAX K100D , 6.7, 70.0mm, 0.017 sec, ISO 800
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With our busy schedule, the consequence of sleeping longer and walking slower is simply that… the days became much shorter. Living this simple, frugal life is so exciting, that it is hard to believe how fast time passes by.

Knee Boarding on Smith Mountain Lake

Knee Boarding

Last week we’ve met some interesting people in the Smith Mountain Lake State Park. Since there were only a few people in the park, we’ve been bumping into a couple from North Carolina throughout the week. As it turned out they also home school their kids and enjoy spending time at the park after season. The last day of their stay, they invited us for a pontoon boat ride on the lake. Nadia and Alex had a lot of fun! Even though there was rain in the forecast, the sky was only overcast and the temperature was still in the high 70’s. Perfect conditions for a… Knee Board Ride!
Agnieszka on the lake…

…and Nadia doing so much better:

Smith Mountain Lake

It rained all evening, all night and the whole morning on our departure from Altoona. When it eventually stopped, we’ve arrived in Cumberland, Maryland. This sudden dryness in the air has tricked us into changing our plans. We were headed to Big Bend State Park in West Virginia, but decided to stay in Rocky Gap near town. A terrible mistake…

The first night was dry, although thick clouds covered the sky at all times. The wood in the park was to wet to get a proper fire going. We ended up watching a movie on my laptop in the car. The next day was still fairly dry and we’ve tried a little bike ride around the lake. Unfortunately, the trail was just a bit too difficult for Nadia (Alex didn’t complain, sitting on a one wheel attachment carried behind my bicycle). The good thing is we decided to turn around and return to our camp just before the rain. We watched couple of movies in the car that night…

It poured all night and the next morning. There were no signs of relief any time soon. We packed our stuff in the midst of an epic storm. We were all soaking wet, but ready to go. The destination didn’t matter – anywhere dry and sunny would do. I turned the key, but instead of the familiar engine rumble there was nothing – just some strange clicking of the electric system. I guess two nights of watching movies eventually dried the battery. The timing could be better! Fortunately a ranger came to our rescue and jump started the engine. We were on the road before noon.

We stopped at Martin’s, a local equivalent of Wegmans (a New York chain of upscale grocery stores). Although not as sophisticated, it offered enough products in the organic alley to satisfy the Captain and a decent internet connection to fine tune our trip. Looking at the Doppler radar, I knew the only way was south.  Cumberland was at the very edge of the storm, and had we pursued our original destination we would have been fine. Lesson learned. Our next target was Douthat State Park in Virginia.

Within an hour we were out of the influence of Lee, a tropical storm bullying entire North East. The route followed highway 220 in the winding roads of West Virginia. The afternoon unfold to be dry and sunny, just as we wanted it. It was late afternoon, when we finally got to the park. To our horror, there were no camp sites available. Yes, it’s past Labor Day, but with such beautiful weather, the park was still cramped with outdoors enthusiasts.

We’ve decided to spend another night at a hotel, but we still had an important mission to accomplish before that. After all, we’ve left Rocky Gap in the middle of a storm and all our camping gear was still soaking wet locked out in the roof rack. We stopped in Lexington and pulled out all our equipment at a local community park. An old lady with a poodle was looking suspiciously when I started putting up the tent and Agnieszka pulled out the stove and started cooking. I was sure she would call the cops…

Apparently she didn’t, as an hour later all our stuff was semi-dry and we weren’t hungry anymore. It was almost eight, so time to find a hotel room for the night. We pulled at Best Western parking lot and… opened up the laptop and booked a room through hotwire.com. Five minutes later, we’ve arrived at a local Days Inn. The kids were delighted, when they saw a swimming pool from our hotel room window. Unfortunately, the season ended and despite the temperature in mid-80’s (25 C), the facility was already closed. To save the day, I picked up a nearby camping in Smith Mountain Lake State Park, making sure there are camp sites available and that the swimming beach is still open.

The road to the park goes through the Blue Ridge Parkway and quite frankly I was very happy we didn’t set off for the trip in an RV (i.e. Recreational Vehicle or a camper), as I’m sure I wouldn’t make the tight curves. The scenery was picture perfect, the sky cloudless, our morale finally started to build up after this unfortunate start of our journey.

When we arrived at the park, we were very pleasantly surprised by modern facilities, abundance of activities for kids, and complete lack of mosquitos! We have the whole park almost entirely to ourselves, and we’ll stay here for another week. I hope this will finally give us a chance to re-pack and charge our batteries after two months of partying with Friends and Family.

I’ll keep you posted.

Kimchi

Kimchi
Kimchi
A jar of Kimchi

Today I invite you to try Kimchi. It is Korean marinated cabbage, comes in hot or mild version.

As I mentioned earlier I had a terrible stomach bug which left me very weak and tired. I need to regain all my energy and strength so Kimchi is going to help big time. You ask how? It is “power food” loaded with millions of probiotics. Yes, It is going to rebuilt my intestinal flora in no time so that I could get back to my normal now life of a world wanderer.

I ate it just by itself but you might as well put it on a sandwich or a burger if you prefer.  That is the secret! That’s what keeps the Asians so healthy and thin. It all starts in your gut………………….I have learned my lesson painfully!

We Hit the Road!

Bajan's Family Quest

I’m sitting in an empty hotel room writing this short update. The rest of the crew is at breakfast, I’m enjoying just the morning coffee. We are in Altoona, Pennsylvania. No, there is no particular reason to be here, other than the weather. We got caught in a center of a really large and slow moving storm. That gives me a chance for a quick update on our whereabouts.

After we returned from the small trip around Europe, we stayed the rest of the time in Silesia. The only trip we’ve made was to Lubliniec, a small town north from Chorzów, to visit our friends spending the summer there. We returned to Livonia on August 29th. The flights were all on time and everything was rather smooth, except for Nadia’s stomach problems. The poor thing got bitten by a tick in Austria and a week later developed some strange rush around that spot. We visited a doctor in Poland, who prescribed her antibiotics. Shortly after she began taking them, she started complaining about stomach aches. At the same time she was vomiting quite frequently, which is really no fun, especially when you’re in a plane and you need to use a paper bag during landing. When we eventually got to Toronto, Wiesiek was already waiting to give us a lift to Livonia. Once we arrived, Małgosia and Sławek took a very good care about us for another three days. Thanks all of you guys a million! Without you, we wouldn’t be able to make it this far.

On September 1st 2011, after two days of packing and repacking and reshuffling our belongings between the car and the storage unit we were ready for take off. The first stop was Buckaloons Campground near Warren, Pennsylvania. We stayed there for five days and got bitten by mosquitoes and other insects living in that woods. We were all itching and smelling like DEET, but certainly enjoyed the time together with our friends.

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USA, Warren, PA - Najlepsi kumple (Fot. Robert Bajan)
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USA, Warren, PA - Wtedy jeszcze nie wiedzieliśmy o pijawkach (Fot. Robert Bajan)
USA, Warren, PA - Wtedy jeszcze nie wiedzieliśmy o pijawkach (Fot. Robert Bajan)02-Sep-2011 17:10, PENTAX Corporation PENTAX K100D , 5.6, 28.0mm, 0.008 sec, ISO 200
 
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Yesterday we turned south and headed towards Seven Points campground on Raystown Lake. Unfortunately, the weather got really bad here. The slow moving front seems to be looming above Altoona and State College. Instead of waiting for the weather to clear off, we’ve decided to move on. After spending a night in a dry hotel room and sleeping in a comfy bed, we’re about to leave Pennsylvania and enter West Virginia. I’m yet to find an exact destination, but thanks to a free internet access in the room, that should not be a problem. We still have an hour until checkout.