Keeping things fresh in my mind I figured I’d make my first real post. We just got into our sleeping bags in the KOA of Charleston, South Carolina. How did we get here? Well we ended up leaving my parents around 730pm on Tuesday night after having dinner at the “Athena II” in Wallingford CT. After that we still needed to get our GPS/Laptop working so we B-lined for Comp USA in Milford. Around 8pm we began our trip for real… skip ahead 15 hours and we made it to Charleston SC.
Our reason to stop in Charleston was to visit a good fried of mine, Ryan Okeefe. He had joined the Navy and is currently in School near Charleston training to be a nuclear engineer. He’s been gone since late december when he shipped out to boot camp. His school days are from 5am to 4pm so we had to entertain ourselves for a few hours. We found some free parking at White Point Gardens and just started walking. Charleston is an interesting city it has a style very similar to what I saw in Old San Juan. Very bright colors with cement or plaster walls. It was a 91 degree day and we quickly got parched so we stopped by a local brewery, restaurant for a cool one. The beer was mediocre. We walked through an open air market that sold various crap, and then we got bored and drove out to Sullivan Island outside the city.
Sullivan Island is looks and feels like Hilton Head. Word of warning, “Wild Dunes” is an expensive resort, not a sweet place to play on sand dunes. We parked our car and went for a swim in the piss warm water (in a good way). By the time we got showered off it was time to go pick up Okeefe at his base.
In quite the coincidence, Greg Weinrod’s friend Rapple called me on Greg’s phone pretending to be Greg. Me not recognizing the number gave my phone to Ryan who pretended to be me. Two pretenders on the same phone. Any ways, we spent the evening in downtown Charleston with Okeefe. We had dinner at an Irish pub called Condon’s and visited various bars and reminisced and caught up on recent gossip. For all those who have heard from Oderf in a while, he is doing very well, really enjoying his time in the Navy and is actually number 1 in his class, which helps him avoid severe punishment for his antics. We dropped Ryan off back at his base around midnight (after another pitcher at the base bar).
Our campsite was a few minutes away, we pulled in a little after midnight and met our neighbor, “Chuck who dont give a fuck” . We had a beer and chatted with Chuck for an hour, he was an extremely nice guy and told great stories. Chuck is a modern day lumber jack who trims and cuts down trees for a living. He camps were there is work and knows how to make quite the complete campsite. Chuck even hooked us up with a roll up green turf to keep in front of our tent and to keep our shoes on. In the morning he even gave us his home made hammock which should be a sweet addition at High Sierra if we find a place to put it up.
As usual I haven’t uploaded any pictures yet but I may be able to tomorrow morning. Right now we are on I-95 just south of Daytona heading to Miami for the night. We are staying at the Jazz Hostel in South Beach.
Cheers,
Jimbo
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