We’ve just left a Saturday night outing to Charleston’s city market. As we unlocked our bicycles at a busy intersection, a pungeant horse-drawn carriage entered from one side while Harley motorcycles revved up from the other. Ah, the tapestry of America! So diverse!
This is where the Civil War began. The first shot was fired here, in the first state to secede from the Union — i.e., withdraw from the U.S. But this rather infamous history doesn’t dampen its energy or beauty. (Or smells! 😉 ) It certainly doesn’t deter the tourists. There were plenty of those, because Spring Break has begun and a cruise ship was in town. But they are mostly courteous and patient. (I forget sometimes that we are tourists, too. We’re different only because we do our touring by boat and bike.)
But we will remember Charleston most for the gusty winds and large ships that passed near our small marina, rocking Many Moons continually and keeping us here a 2nd night. (Nothing to complain about!) I will also remember it for the way we got here. We took a wrong turn and left the ICW (Intracoastal Waterway). I hasten to add that Jeff was driving when this happened. 😉 I did give him some hints. “Jeff? We lost the Mile Markers. Have we left the ICW?” Five minutes later: “Jeff! How did Boomerang (a Looper boat that we were following for hours) end up behind us? Have we left the ICW??”
Some time later, he notices. “Oops! Looks like we got off the route!” He blamed it on a beautiful boat (62-foot Nordhavn) that caught his eye. To be fair, the narrow channel we accidentally bypassed was easy to miss if you weren’t watching carefully. And it was only a 20-minute detour. But I wasn’t about to let this pass without some razzing! Hehe. As you know by now if following this blog, we really have to keep our eyes on channel markers and navigation route in this nutty, curvy marshland waterway.
Arrival at Charleston was a bit jarring after our days of marshland meandering. What a busy harbor! And so beautiful. I’ve been here before but was eager to see it from the water. Our first task upon arrival was to pick up Jeff’s insulin supply from the nearby Walgreen’s. (He is a Type-1 diabetic, insulin-dependent, and manages it very well.) He had stocked up before we left Michigan but is beginning to run somewhat low. You can’t just walk into a drugstore and ask for it; it must be prearranged. This is another reason why planning ahead is necessary, even as we like to wing it at times.
Off to points north tomorrow, en route to another Beaufort — in North Carolina. Photos and captions follow.