#60 Serpentarium
6:46 AM
We woke up semi early this morning so we could make it time for the alligator feeding at the Serpentarium. With an hour drive in front of us back to Edisto, we grabbed a quick coffee and bagel breakfast sandwich on the way down the road--from the sketchiest little looking place that turned out to be as cute as could be inside with such good food.
We arrived at the Seperentarium, and I browsed the gift shop as I waited for Stephen. I found a few little things on Hepzibah Jenkins Townsend in some of the books--a pioneer for God, missions, and women! She's kind of become our little South Carolina Baptist heroine. It's neat to see just the general public take such an interest to her story too, in fact calling it one of the most gripping stories of Edisto Island. A woman who stood up to her husband to be faithful to God, befriended her servants, went above and beyond to start the first missions offering, and started the first baptist church on Edisto Island. She's a cool lady. I actually gave my mother a book for her birthday this year written by Rosalie Hunt, former Recording Secretary for national WMU and foreign missionary, about Hepzibah's life.
We paid our fee, and explored the inside snake exhibit for a bit, until we realized it was feeding time!
We learned so much about alligators and got to see a face off between one of the alligators and a buzzard.
Explored some more around the outside. Met Joe the tortoise and his girlfriend.
Enjoyed a snake demonstration and milking, as well as seeing one of the exhibit snake's eggs that were beginning to hatch.
It was definitely worth the drive back there, as we spent over 3 hours there!
We headed on back home through small towns and smaller roads. Saw the landscape change from lowcountry to midlands; which is the depressing way to go about it. The lowcountry has so many beautiful low wide trees, filled with Spanish moss as it dangles in the wind, a cool breeze with a hint of humidity, and everything always seems green or just super spacious--and then you get to the rolling hills of the midlands where the breeze disappears and the trees are all pine. But we love our home here, regardless of no Spanish moss.
Stumbled across the worst food of the week, in the smallest town of the week.
\We arrived at the Seperentarium, and I browsed the gift shop as I waited for Stephen. I found a few little things on Hepzibah Jenkins Townsend in some of the books--a pioneer for God, missions, and women! She's kind of become our little South Carolina Baptist heroine. It's neat to see just the general public take such an interest to her story too, in fact calling it one of the most gripping stories of Edisto Island. A woman who stood up to her husband to be faithful to God, befriended her servants, went above and beyond to start the first missions offering, and started the first baptist church on Edisto Island. She's a cool lady. I actually gave my mother a book for her birthday this year written by Rosalie Hunt, former Recording Secretary for national WMU and foreign missionary, about Hepzibah's life.
We paid our fee, and explored the inside snake exhibit for a bit, until we realized it was feeding time!
We learned so much about alligators and got to see a face off between one of the alligators and a buzzard.
Explored some more around the outside. Met Joe the tortoise and his girlfriend.
Enjoyed a snake demonstration and milking, as well as seeing one of the exhibit snake's eggs that were beginning to hatch.
It was definitely worth the drive back there, as we spent over 3 hours there!
We headed on back home through small towns and smaller roads. Saw the landscape change from lowcountry to midlands; which is the depressing way to go about it. The lowcountry has so many beautiful low wide trees, filled with Spanish moss as it dangles in the wind, a cool breeze with a hint of humidity, and everything always seems green or just super spacious--and then you get to the rolling hills of the midlands where the breeze disappears and the trees are all pine. But we love our home here, regardless of no Spanish moss.
Stumbled across the worst food of the week, in the smallest town of the week.
But the experience was worth the sacrifice in quality. Glad to be home, in my own bed.
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