12-Feb-2000 -- At 06:30 the mobile chow hall transport vehicle
left Bojangles with sausage biscuits and bo-rounds for the troops and headed
for Paul's house in Augusta for roll call and breakfast. After feeding the troops
we had roll call at which time it was noted that all of the members of the Pi
Kapp Legacy Scout team were present and accounted for. We inventored
our gear, one Magellan 300 GPS, 3 maps, 1 sign, 2 cameras and most
important 5 children, and loaded up 2 unmarked vehicles headed east on I-20
toward Columbia, South Carolina.
At 08:45 our vehicles rolled into Columbia right past the state capital and
down Millwood Ave toward our destination, The Epworth Childrens Home.
Upon arrival, we found that all of the entrances were barricaded to traffic
except for one where we parked our vehicles. With GPS in hand and 5
children in tow we began to cross the grounds of the childrens home toward
our destination. We were greeted by Mr. Outz the program director of the
facility who very politely explained that for security reasons no one was
allowed on the property without written permission and that cameras were
prohibited on the grounds. After explaining what we were doing Mr. Outz
agreed to allow us to complete our quest without the cameras or the
marker we had made and remarked that as a Boy Scout leader thought he
might like to try this project with his troop. He also told us that we could
photograph our site from a position off the grounds of the facility which
houses nearly 100 children in small group homes. The facility was
immaculate, beautiful and very peaceful (I guess most of the kids were
We found our destination on the edge of a circular drive in front of
the chapel for the facility in the middle of a historic site. It turns out that
34° N 81° W once was the home of the the Congaree Horse Racing
Track of Columbia home to the Columbia Jockey Club. After departing
the facility we photographed the site chronicling our visit.
We would like to thank Mr. Outz for allowing access and remind all
who read this that the facility is not open to the public. All in all it was once
again an adventure in navigation.
As an afterthought, we wondered if Mr. Outz (sp?) was related to
the lady we met on our first siting who was also named Outz at the