Old Sheldon Church Ruins

The morning we left Savannah, we drove right into South Carolina. Mere miles into the state, we began seeing advertisements for a shooting range and the boys deemed it a necessary stop. The place was run by an older man, and it seemed to be the local hang out for all of the sheriff employees, as I saw five the entire time we were there. After my friends chose their guns and targets we were led into the shooting area by a gigantic man who was the deputy sheriff of wherever the hell we were. Out of 11 possible targets to choose from, 3 were of terrorists and one was of a hostage and victim. The only other people shooting there were a middle aged man and his ten year old son. The boy seemed to be a good shot, but I still thought it strange that a ten year old boy was at a shooting range at 1 p.m on a Wednesday. Shouldn't you be in school little boy?
After shooting up the paper terrorists, we got back on the road and decided to explore some plantations. We found one that was open to the public but I was upset to find the inside had been converted into a gigantic kitschy gift shop and the upper levels were closed to the public. Next we set out to find the Old Sheldon Church ruins. This church was burned down once during the revolutionary war, rebuilt and then burnt down again by Sherman's troops during the Civil War. After that, they gave up and didn't try to build again. The ruins are in a quiet area surrounded by old plantation properties (we drove onto one just to experience driving up one of those long canopied driveways). Most of the properties have signs every few yards that warn "Trespassers will be shot, and shot again." We got lost for half an hour trying to find these ruins and were just about to give up when we stumbled across them. I'm glad we made it. The sun was right above them in the sky and it was lovely. -Bets