On the Way to Turnbridge

As we were leaving the entrance at Red Bluff, Leslie drove further along to show me another place where he used to deliver mail. The old way was literally driving on a grassway, not a driveway. The owners had put in a new drive and grand gateway entrance in another location. The old way drove in front of a church called Pilgrim Baptist with a graveyard and under the old oaks. You could see the roof of the house and daylight where the land opened up onto the marsh and the Savannah River beyond.

I didn’t take any photos of the church since I figured it was already on findagrave. There was no cell phone reception so I couldn’t confirm that. You guessed it. After returning back to civilization, the location isn’t listed at all so there’s another project for another day.

We left there, and Leslie followed a whim.

Leslie pulled in at a dirt road called Turnbridge Landing. We had seen it on the 1825 and 1873 maps as Tunbridge.

When we got to the dead-end at the landing, we found there was no dock. It looked like a good place to put in a kayak.

There was another car already there, but no one on sight. I figured someone had already put in with a small boat or kayak. Leslie noticed a man standing down in the river. You can see his head in the photo below. I didn’t realize he was there when I took the photo.

At any rate, he didn’t appear dangerous, but he acted like he was waiting on an assignation. He was wearing dress shorts and a neat shirt. What better spot to meet your lady friend or a drug dealer than at an abandoned landing on an early Sunday morning. Indeed, as we were preparing to leave, another vehicle pulled in, but no one got out of the car.

You could see the island of Daufuskie off on our left and the city of Savannah off on our right. We think that Cockspur Island was ahead of us, but we’ll have to check that again on the old maps.

There was a strong smell of the marsh, and a lot of trash including a microwave and a tire. Leslie has a project in mind that will possibly earn him a Good Citizen award.

When we were leaving, we stopped so I could snap another photo of the access road and a no trespassing sign for Turnbridge Plantation.

I popped back in the car, we started out along the lane, and twenty feet ahead, a bobcat leaped across the road ahead of us in 2 bounds. Leslie stopped the car as we stared ahead, then at each other, then back to the empty lane.

Tunbridge Landing, we’ll see you again.

4 Responses to “On the Way to Turnbridge”

  1. Katrina Says:

    Love hearing about your adventures. Hope to see pictures.

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  2. Teri Lowery Says:

    What an interesting trip! Okay, you are making me feel like going back to exploring my roots. I’m going to the Boiling Springs Baptist Church for the Phillips reunion October. There are Williamsons in our background. Just letting you know.

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