In recent newspaper articles, we read about three accidents that occurred at places Bob and I had visited: a sightseer fell to his death on the Twin Falls trail; another had to be rescued when he fell off the trail at the Issaqueena Falls and landed on a ledge; and a young Florida girl fell to her death from a zip line swing at a camp on Sassafras Mountain. We realized how lucky we've been, and how we need to be more mindful about our adventures, particularly since both of us are not in the best condition. So, this week's journey was to the historic Hagood Mill in Pickens. The mill was built in 1845 and continues to be one of the oldest gristmills still producing grains in South Carolina. Every 3rd Saturday, there is a music festival and "living history" featuring potters, blacksmiths, and milling. Recently, petroglyphs were uncovered on the site. An Interpretive Center was built over these finds, and will soon open to feature the pre-historic carvings.
When I entered the office, I could hear music coming from behind a door. The manager told me amateur musicians gather for a hootenanny every week. I wouldn't have minded joining them.
These are gristmills retired from various mills around the state, including Hagood.
This is Hagood's St Bernard dog...Bubba with moonshine in his jug. Charlie Dog was hoping he could have a sample.
Ye olde well
We loved the stone fireplace
The timbers inside were awesome, too.
As was the log stairway
The tree trunks used as overhang supports can double as hand holds for the step down and even a hat rack!
The water wheel at the back of the mill.
Bob walked up the second story of the mill to get a view of the wheel from there.
A view of the mill and homes from where the Interpretive Center will be. There is a creek and nature trail further back from here, but we did not venture there today.
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