Monday, May 2, 2011
Call me creepy, but I love cemeteries. Even though Todd doesn't share my obsession, he entertains it and we usually make time to visit graveyards wherever we travel — from Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah to a seaside cemetery in Spain to a small Irish churchyard (complete with visible bones under one of the graves!).
So it's no surprise that Magnolia Cemetery is one of my favorite places in Charleston. Situated on the Cooper River marshes surrounded by live oaks and magnolia trees dripping Spanish moss, the cemetery dates back to 1849. The mosquitoes can be killer, but it's the perfect place to ride bikes and wander. Best of all, though a little tragic, no one else seems to know about the place. It's usually empty and perfectly peaceful, although this weekend we did spot a hearse club. Apparently that's a thing.