Okay, Brian, make your way to I95, somehow. I don't really care how you do it, but it must be done. :) I would head toward the coast to Fort Pierce or Port Saint Lucie, or something. Then be prepared to drive on I95 for a LONG way. I think it'll probably take you five hours just to get through Florida.

Okay, by now you should be in Georgia. If you haven't already, you should probably head off an exit to get some gas and relieve some of that pressure off of youself. Hehehe. When you're ready, get on I95, again, and continue to South Carolina.

In South Carolina, now? Yay! This is the short--and most exciting--part of the trip. Keep trucking it on I95, still, for a little while.

Eventually, you should be making it to exit 86B --> I26 west to Columbia. Drive the I26. Droove it up.

After driving the 26th Interstate, for a while, you will be given the choice to take a stroll on exit 149 --> SC-33. It might even say Russel Street. Take it. Then, once you make the loop off the exit, take a left. You are now on 33, so drive.

Now, enjoy the pictorial part of our tour! :D Click on the pictures to make them bigger.

Alright, you made it this far; now all you have to do is hang a right, up here, onto Till Road. Named by the family that lives on it. Most of the founders of the road are dead, now, but their name lives on. Hehe.

This is what it should look like after you make a RIGHT turn. :) That's a stop sign just before those train tracks; I advise you to take heed. Running it being illegal, and all that. :D

After driving a while, you will come upon this curve. Lean into it. Yes, I know that it's hard to lean in a car.

The second curve. It's not really that much of a curve, but by now, I was having a real fun time taking pictures. Hahaha.

The third curve. Almost ran off this one, before, coming back from the Shaw Air Force base after seeing old Mikey one day in February. I do not suggest accelerating to sixty. Just a warning. :)

The fourth curve. I've been told deer cross here. I've never seen 'em. 'Course, I'm rarely driving at the deer-ing hours. 'Course, I rarely drive. Hahahaha.

And that house should be your destination, at a distance. Don't stop now, though. Even if you started yelling my name real loud and honking the horn it probably wouldn't help. Most of the time knocks on the door aren't even heard. Yeap. True story.

Just a little closer now, Brian.

It's right behind those trees.

And there it is. It's the second driveway; the black one. You can take the dirt one if you want, but it's not actually our drive way. I make use of it, though. Har, har, har. Praise Jesus, you made it!