Went downtown, fooling around.

The morning arose and the rain was gone but a heavy fog and cloud cover was still present over the water and between us and the firmament. Soon after breakfast, we found ourselves on the beach, looking for perfect housing from the local crustaceans and the opportunity to watch some of the locals trying their hands at surfing in the rough surf. After walking up and back down the beach, we headed back up to the condo and got dressed for a day in Charleston.

After getting ourselves dressed for our travels, we headed on the road to Charleston. The first task was to find a Popeye's to buy a Cajun fried turkey for Thanksgiving. That turned out to be a herculean task as there just wasn't a Popeye's on every corner, and then when you were fortunate enough to find one, they didn't necessarily have any more Cajun fried turkeys. Fortunately, we were able find one at our second stop, a large bucket of red beans and rice, and got back on the road to lunch.

We decided to head back out toward the Atlantic coast and Sullivan's Island and Poe's Tavern. Kate drove us down to the coast and we soon found ourselves sitting at a table, drinking a beer, and enjoying the environs and hospitality of the tavern. After burgers and slaw and shrimp salad, we drove down to Fort Moultrie, for a look, then back across that big old bridge to downtown Charleston.

We got to drive around the historical residences of South of Broad, take a walk along the battery, then head around the old neighborhoods of Charleston. After driving around town for awhile, we headed back to Folly Island, got caught up in some heavy afternoon traffic, bought some liquor for later, then went back to the condo.

After some pimento cheese and other comestibles, we have settled down to some wholesome entertainments and quiet in the dark evening of our temporary digs, watching "Oh brother, where are thou?"

It is quiet now and Kate is off with friends, eating and drinking and enjoying the fun of Charleston and its suburbs. Soon, we will be slumbering to the sound of the surf beating against the shore again. Easy to sleep soundly to that nature sound.

Ah, vacation.