Charleston on Foot. Walk, bike, bus!

The wheels on the bus go round and round, / round and round, / round and round. / The wheels on the bus go round and round, / all through the town.

Ever interested in adventure it seems, I recently began traveling on Charleston County’s mass transit, CARTA, system.

6am. Waiting for the little bus:)

The decision was made for more reasons than the obvious: instead of $30 to drive my car back and forth from Edisto Island, with gas prices hovering at $4. a gallon, it would cost me about one gallon’s worth to use the Trolleys and Express and Link buses to get go downtown to Charleston, and back home again. My goal was also to conserve resources (money AND energy) to live closer to my eco-conscience, and well….to challenge myself learn a new way of doing things, including getting up early. I also knew I would be stepping into a whole new world. New worlds are rich resources for artmakers:)

© '11/c.hutson wrennI live on a largely undeveloped barrier island an hour from Charleston. Over half of the island is permanently protected by conservation easements on private land and The Edisto Island Open Land Trust. There is a twenty mile two-lane road that winds its luscious, serpentine moss drenched path to the sea from the nearest highway, the legendary US 17 that makes its funky way from Charleston to Savannah. Turns out a little county LINK bus travels back and forth to Charleston once a day.

free Trolley service all over downtown Charleston

I suppose that one of the great gifts an artist has is the developed habit of using everything to make something else, which I call art. The moment we give ourselves permission to stop and take in information without judgment, opinion or naming, is the rich one, the one that allows us to receive and see new things, new opportunities, new beauty and experience.

This new world on the buses and trolleys and on foot has offered me as an artist, a rich meal. I hand sweet Niecy, the driver of the LINK bus that leaves Edisto just after 6am, two dollars and twenty five cents. She hands me a transfer, and I am good for getting off at The Gibbes Museum or my gallery on Broad Street. Once downtown the beautifully appointed brass and wooden Trolley buses are free, for wherever you need to go downtown. There are three routes. Just find a sign, stand there and hop aboard.

© 11 charlotte hutson wrenn

Early Morning Trolley Riders

I was called to be an artist. And as an old old midwife said to me "If the Lord wants you to do something, you won't have no good luck' til you do." So, here I am, sharing what I love, longing to illuminate the work of art, which is everywhere.

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4 comments on “Charleston on Foot. Walk, bike, bus!
  1. pinkney says:

    Yes. I am reposting this….

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  2. Deborah Robinson says:

    This is just AWESOME!! Can’t wait to get down there!

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Welcome to my blog about the Lowcountry of South Carolina, a place proud with beauty, history and art. Sometimes we feel a call, to be, to go, to do. I was called to be an artist, and as an old midwife from Alabama said, “If the good Lord wants you to do something, you won’t have no good luck until you do it.”

So here I am writing about what I know, about the 'under glimmer' as the poet Basho, says, the way I have learned to see, to notice. I am inspired by, and talking about the history and art and culture of this place that has called me to herself. By the ancestors.

My background includes a degree in fine arts from a small private college in Florida, and before that, four years of all girls' boarding school in Asheville. I worked as a professional photographer, helped my children grow up, and now and I love seasoned things, good food, better conversation, beauty, my beloved and beautiful Italian Greyhound, Beau. Moved by the sacred places and stories of this beautiful historic land called the Lowcountry, I am here in spirit and I hope to infect you with my love of this place.

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