May 25 — Charleston!

There is something quite spectacular about suddenly spying the church towers of Charleston from the water. “We’re here!!”  Can hardly wait to start walking around that great city.

And there’s something amazing (humbling?? That’s definitely the wrong word — how about gob-smacked??) about seeing the luxury yachts lining the mega-dock. Because it’s Spoleto, the dock is completely full. Little ol’ Dot Calm is shoehorned between several of them…..and right across from a 100 foot beauty (Stellar!) where the help has just placed a gorgeous flower arrangement on their aft deck table. And Cliff informs me that one of the crew has just placed twelve rolled towels into a steamer on the aft deck.  Looks like it will be a wonderful dinner. Lobster maybe?  There is a bar on their aft deck as well.  Of course. I am glad we are not grilling tonight….but it might be kind of fun to bring out the hot dogs “and all the fixin’s.”  Maybe we’ll turn on the arch lights anyway!

Eggplant casserole (it is a LOT better than it sounds) awaits.  And the reason is….that I thought the refrigerator had died and was trying to do a bit of triage on all the food aboard. The eggplant would thaw first….. Happily, it was just a switch that had been turned the wrong way, so we are back in business refrigerator-wise.

One of the things I forgot to mention in yesterday’s post is that when you arrive in Beaufort you are in the land of Marines. Paris Island is right there. And I was reminded about the Marines today when two fighter jets zoomed overhead seemingly from a marsh-based airport.  Semper Fi, ya’ll. See I’m really getting into this southern thing.

Shrimp and grits. Pimiento cheese. Crawfish. Etouffe. Okra. Let’s hear it for low-country cuisine.

We’ll be here for the next two weeks….posts may not be daily. BUT, I will let you know how the food is:-)