Welcome to part 2 of my field trip adventure. If you missed the first post start here.
The birds and beachcombers fluttered around as if there had never been a storm. It's just another June in South Carolina. After an appropriate amount of beachcombing, I sat on a bench and grabbed my sketchbook. Wait, this isn't my brand new sketchbook all ready to document new adventures. This is the tattered notebook full of paper I don't like in the process of deconstructing itself. Oh well, I guess it will do.
The rain started to return so I went back to my car. I envisioned my back hatch area as being a lovely place to sit and paint and I purposely parked so I had a cute fencepost as my subject. As with most things, this did not work out as well as expected. I hunkered on the tailgate trying not to bump my head, while sketching twisty vines.
The results were underwhelming. It started getting muggy in my car so I decided it was time to actually meet up with the rest of the field trip. I drove down the road that led to the marsh side on the island past several beautiful and stylish retreats. I could see the bright green marsh peeking through around and underneath the houses. Since we are in hurricane country, all the houses are built elevated on stilts. Some have parking underneath but most have lovely patio spaces. Victoria's house was one of those houses with the lovely patios. As I walked under her house and upstairs to the screened in porch, I could hear the joyful banter of artists sharing ideas. When they saw me they exclaimed that I was just in time for all of them to leave. There was polite conversation and introductions as they recapped their delightful day of rest and refreshments and gathered their things and left to beat the traffic rush hour. I stayed a little while listening to music and painting lazily with our host and her friend. The light began to wane and I decided my adventure was at it's end.
As I drove home I reflected how my intended field trip had taken on a more independent solo experience. Each experience had it's merits. In theory, I would prefer sipping prosecco on a lovely balcony watching boats and birds explore the marsh, but maybe a solo adventure was just what I needed that day. Our adventures aren’t always what we expect. Next time, we will see what happens.
And what of the cobbler? I brought it home and shared it with my family.
Lovely