Even though I was saddened to say goodbye to my family and the beauty of home in upstate South Carolina, I was equally excited to be returning to the low country of Charleston. The College of Charleston is where I attended my four years of undergraduate schooling after high school. Here I made many friends, many whom would be back in town for a wedding and many that still reside in the general area. Charleston is original in its history, architecture, plantations, and low-country culture; the urban sprawl, culinary arts, and stylish bar scene has noticeable increased since my departure in 2008.
Over four hours since we began driving on July 9th, we arrived on Folly Beach at my close friend Beth’s borrowed beach house for the week. Keeping in mind that Beth assisted us in some of the very early stages of the Rambler build out, she was quite ecstatic to be seeing the van in full bloom now 2 months into our travels. From the wide mouth squeals and picture taking from her and other friends visiting, it seems we did not disappoint. This excitement over our van is always welcome and helps remind us of a job well done; however, it does seem weekly that we look at the van and openly state, “How did we build this?”
Soon the Charleston festivities began with a family dinner at Rita’s, a local Folly Beach establishment with multiple styles of seafood preparation. Excited to visit with other good friends in town for the wedding, we made our way to downtown King St for a surprise dinner drop-in at Fish followed by a meeting over beverages at Belmont. These particular friends that we met downtown, like any four bachelor gentlemen, determined that they should lease a yacht at Shem Creek to stay in during the wedding festivities. So naturally we wanted to check it out. The sense of humor of our acquired longtime friends left us laughing into the later hours of the evening. On Saturday, this same yacht would become the sight of an after wedding dance party.