It’s a long drive outside of Charleston to Johns Island to visit this gorgeous tree. Yes, it’s a tree. A single tree. 

For kids and other humans who are surgically tied to electronic gadgets, the idea of visiting a tree might sound kind of daft. Not much better than using the word daft. But if you have any leaning toward nature or awe, then this is worth the trip.

Experts say it’s the largest Live Oak known and is estimated to be close to five hundred years old. A mere teenager for a tree, but still impressive to me. The surrounding woods are dense and dark, and Spanish Moss hangs thick like fog. I walked the grounds carefully, hoping to sidestep any dead body hidden in the grass. 

They’re had to see, but those are the girls at the base of the tree.