Independence day: traveling

According to the iPhone map, it should have taken us five hours to get back, not eight like it did.

Part of the time we spent eating barbQ at a place in S. Carolina which had been voted best barbQ in the whole country, if you believe what you read, although these findings were contradicted by a limited-sample poll of the passengers of L's car.

In that informal survey, 100% of respondents said they believed Dusty's barbQ on Clifton to be the best, even though it shut down a few months ago.

Independence day: Sullivan's Island

We went to Sullivan's Island while in Charleston, on both Saturday and Sunday. The island is across the Ravenel bridge, a suspension bridge which looks like this when you look up:


We parked in a residential area and walked a path to the beach through brush and bramble ...


Charleston Harbor:



Portrait of the artist as a boy of summer:


And we came across strange runes in the sand which men, even to this day, are still trying to decipher. In fact we here at the Nunnery have several of our top scientists currently working round the clock in an effort to puzzle out the meaning of these glyphs. Top scientists.

Independence day: dinner

We had dinner at Social, a wine bar on East Bay Street in old Charleston. We started off with sparkling wine ...


before moving on to a flight of wine each. I sampled three Mediterranean reds; L had three rosés.


After dinner, someone's feet were hurting her, so we took a bicycle-rickshaw (yes, really) back to the inn. This was a ton o fun and we even saw some fireworks as we were pedaled around town.

Independence day: the inn at Charleston

The master bed:


L's bed:


One of our pillows had a message for us.


But I am inclined to be suspicious of bedding which wishes beneficence for anything less than the whole of human life on Earth.

What's that you say? What did the wallpaper look like?

I took a picture of it. It looked like this:


And here's one of the carpets:


Charleston is like Savannah, all civil war porches and kudzu ...


and rockingchairs resting languidly in the thick Southern air:


Walls of verdure ...


and flowers, wondrous and strange.

Independence day: Charleston

Friday morning L drove me to Charleston, SC, for the second annual Independence weekend in Charleston event.






While there, L was bad and I was forced to throw her into the dungeon. This is her trying to escape:


Good luck L!

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Later, L's penance complete, we visited our favorite chaikana:


God bless America.

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It should be noted that the good people of Charleston do enjoy their robots. L & I accidentally stumbled into what appears to be their central robot manufacturing facility:


Robots:


Robots:


Android and robots: