Charleston is an historic, unique, funky, fun town – at least the part of that was in walking distance for us. From our anchorage, a three-minute dinghy ride got us to the dinghy dock and then a mile walk to the Charleston downtown and groceries, hardware store, library, etc.
A lot of the streets are cobblestone and the homes are large and covered with ivy; big pillars holding up big roofs; quiet little interior courtyards with fountains.
Our laptop has been acting wonky the past few weeks so, luckily, there is an Apple Store in downtown Charleston.

Shared a super alcohol-y, sugar-y “mango” drink at Wet Willies. This place is like an adult Seven-Eleven (adult slurpees of every color and flavor abound).

A lot of the homes have these gas-run porch lights – they flicker in the night and are so much more peaceful and inviting than a lightbulb.

We had our first major medical issue on board (not really). I mistook my thumb for an onion. Wanted to throw a few sutures in there to practice the skills that Patrick taught us but Stephane just put a band-aid on instead. 🙁
It’s Sunday morning and we’re eating our oats and drinking our English Breakfast tea and getting ready to head out of Charleston with the current. Next stop: Cumberland Island, GA. We’ve decided we will try and sail at all costs – NO MOTORING this time! We’ll see how that goes…
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Looks beautiful cold and dreary here go lions
some of that clear Band-Aid spray might keep the sea-water out of cuts…….
Kitchens are a scary dangerous place!