We decided to take US Highway 52 part of the way back home.
We've been on parts of it in Illinois and Iowa, and a few years ago, I drove it all the way from Joliet, Illinois, to Winston-Salem, North Carolina.
I'd never driven it to the eastern/southern terminus in Charleston, South Carolina.
Since we were already in Charleston, it seemed to be the logical thing to do to take it to Winston-Salem.
Where the actual eastern terminus is located is confusing. We must have driven all over the town before finding a US-52 sign over by East Bay Street. We then followed it down to the Battery and then back. At some point, we must have crossed the terminus.
Believe me, downtown Charleston traffic is no small thing.
Followed the road through some rough areas of town out to the suburbs of North Charleston and two with interesting names of Goose Creek (a favorite college band of mine was Goosecreek Symphony who redid Janis Joplin's "Mercedes Benz" so well) and Monck's Corner. Actually stopped in Monck's Corner and finally had our first meal at a Chuch's Fried Chicken. It was every bit as good as we'd heard they were.
On Da Road. --RoadDog
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