I Go Pogo For Okefenokee and the South

pogo1b.gifI’ve determined that if I don’t write something short and quick with first impressions about new places we see, I never will.

There is so much to see and do on this journey – as I told a Canuck fulltimer yesterday – we could stay on the road for the rest of our lives and never see the entire country. And if I don’t jot down some basic observations about where we’ve been soon after we arrive, I will forget if there is any reason to return when the time comes to plant some roots again.

With that said, I go Pogo … we have made it to Okefenoke Swamp. And we have officially reached the South.

1107-licgrits.jpgWe started seriously seeing Dixie flags in Virginia. But while I might get beat up and left for dead on some crooked road for saying it, The Blue Ridge Mountains are not “Southern” in my book.

In North Carolina, the Barbecue element seriously comes into play, and I only saw enough of South Carolina to catch American consumption rearing it’s ugly head for a few games of adventure golf along the The Redneck Riviera.

But it wasn’t until we reached Georgia where the accents really got thicker when I began to feel like I was truly in The South. After a few outings, I even realized it was actually the first time in my life where I felt like a minority.

Now that we have gone out of our way, to hang out in the middle of the Okefenoke swamp and go looking for crocs, I feel like we have even reached the Deep South. And while I may change my mind about that once we pass through Luisiana – where
I will hopefully not get get beat up for saying it – the accents here have proven we are there. Checking in at Stephen Foster State Park I heard the thickest southern twang I have ever heard, without the drawl I expect to hear in Texas.

big skidaway bug Now that we have passed through the wannabe southern states, I can honestly say … I kinda like the South.

  • The people are indeed hospitable.
  • The food is good. Damn good.
  • The coastal forests and swamps have a majestic beauty all their own. Different from the Pacific Northwest tall trees I’m used to. But impressive nonetheless.
  • Communities are either over developed and gated, or depressed. Or very depressed.
  • Plantation homes and cemeteries prove the place has some serious history.
  • Real estate and land are more affordable elsewhere. Much. Unless you’re interested in some swamp land.
  • The bugs are really big down here. Though I think I would take them over Winsconsin mosquitoes. They might bite worse, but the scenery is prettier. (I can’t really say for sure, since we’re not here in summer. Thank God.)

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So what brought us to Okefenokee? René had never heard of Walt Kelly’s Pogo. The long-running daily classic Pogo comic strip (1948-75) featured Pogo, one rather political possum, and his friends deep in the Georgia swamps. Besides, when would we ever come back here. And why?

3 Responses to “I Go Pogo For Okefenokee and the South”

  1. Great Plate! G.R.I.T.S. I think that is funny…

  2. Thanks for introducing Rene to the Great Walt Kelly’s creation, Pogo. Pogo was a favorite of mine. As a teenager, I bought reprint collections of classic Pogos from the ’50s. That ol’ possum was one of the few in this country to stand up to Senator McCarthy (who was portrayed as a Muskrat as I recall).

  3. Points of Clarification: René asked me why I don’t feel like a minority in Los Angeles. I figured since I married a vegetarian Mexican, that makes me part beaner by default. And for the less hip out there, the soundtrack for the video is Modest Mouse’s Head South, something we decided to keep doing after spending one night in Myrtle beach, SC .

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