Charleston Found

I went surfing today with a guy who may win the award for Most-British-Name-I-Have-Ever-Encountered.  Tom Spence and I spent a few hours out in the water off Folly Beach.  Waves were choppy, small and weak, much like me.  So there wasn't much actual surfing to be had.  But it was fun. 

Tom and I waded around some, stood up a few times, and endured a pretty rough rain storm.  That may have been one of the coolest parts for me.  It was an unexpectedly surreal feeling, being in the ocean as the rain,  from said ocean, came down on top of us as it fell back in to itself.  It was worth it to just float around in the middle of a nature cycle.

Past that, it was still fun to hang out with ol' British Tom on the best beach I've ever been on.  Now, that's not saying much.  My only beach experiences involve Galveston and Port Aransas.  So the bar hasn't been set very high.

But I have been to some pretty cool cities, and as far as Charleston goes, it's holding it's own.  Plenty of old houses, remodeled into great little shops.  Lots of restaurants, bars, art galleries, and history on every corner.  This city is definitely worth seeing.  I plan to do plenty more of that over the next few days. 

Sorry for such a short update, but I'm on a community computer in the lobby of NotSo Hostel, and should probably give it up to those waiting.  Thanks for reading, and be well.

Laters.