Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Some Days We Climb Things
My friend Hayden has introduced to a pretty sweet wall. This 50 foot beast, on the grounds of James Island County Park, has provided some fun times. I was a little hesitant to ride out there with him to check it out. Nothing about climbing has ever interested me. I've met a few people down here who are obsessive about this wall and I'm a little disappointed in myself for not giving it a chance years ago. After our first trip I was hooked. I've enjoyed not only the physical challenges it presents but also the mental. It's like figuring out a puzzle. Each individual may conquer certain routes in a manner they choose by using different techniques. The satisfaction once you reach the top is also a nice feeling. Not to mention the little rush when dangling five stories in the air. Hopefully I am able to continue this new found sport and some day challenge some of nature's rocks.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Here lies Ben
This may not look like much to the novice eye, but four feet below this patch of dirt rests the neighborhood vagabond, Ben. That's right.. I'm damn near a professional. It seems about once a year I get the opportunity to dig a grave for some type of animal I really didn't enjoy that much.
Timing bears a hold on everything in life and this just wasn't my day. After a morning of fun on Folly I was out my door and in search of beer to continue the nice buzz I had already built. Nothing could stop me.. except the neighbor lady crying on her doorstep. Mattie is an interesting person. She is super kind but also a little cray cray. Each encounter with her is always an experience. Let's just say you have to be in the mood to say "hi" to this lady. On this day conversation was unavoidable. I went left instead of right and there she was, bloody hands clutching a grocery bag. All she could muster was "Bennnnn". Ben apparently belonged to her. I just knew him as the asshole who's paw prints looked like they are permanently a part of my trucks paint job and loves to leave butt biscuits in our driveway. I hated Ben. This could have been an "Oh, I'm sorry to hear" and haul tail kind of thing, except for the wrinkled old man, in a wife beater, scooping dirt in my peripheral. It was 100 degrees out and this dude was getting nowhere quick. An infant using beach toys could have dug a faster hole. I tagged in and he coached. Fifteen minutes and a liter of body fluids later Ben's final resting place was meticulously prepared. While I dug, what seemed like a parade of animals, led by Grand Marshal Mattie, flowed out of her front door to the bag Ben's lifeless body was decaying in. Upon arrival to Ben she made sure to stuff each of her pet's noses inside the bag and warned them if they are to play in the street they too will get thumped by a car and die. It was an odd sight.
The three of us now stood over Ben and his sturdy plastic coffin that will take 500 years to decompose. We all bowed our heads while Mattie said some nice words about Ben. I let her drop the first scoop of dirt on him and then finished up. She thanked me for my help and offered a ginger ale... I'd rather have a beer.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
In Today's News
I pulled this picture from the Post and Courier site which was hilariously printed in today's Local and State section of the paper. My celebrity status at work has been upped as I now hang from our station refrigerator. The article was about cutting a lane of traffic around Hampton Park to make one dedicated lane for bicycle and pedestrian friendly use. It has been quite an issue especially in the Wagner Terrace community. City council has had multiple meetings surrounding the issue and even required three different votes to finally get ok'd. At first I was in dismay at the blurred image, but I have grown to appreciate the anonymity.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Affogato Afternoon
(a scoop of natural vanilla bean ice cream, drowned in a double shot of espresso apollo and garnished with our very own coffee infused english toffee)
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Monday, May 28, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Dedication
This is why Moe's will forever be one of my favorite bars. Your eyes to not deceive you, that is a hoveround! A powerful electric mobility system that brought this man to the front stoop of the bar. A wooden cane was the final assistance necessary to get him in the door to imbibe freely. The best part of this shadowy picture is the fact he chained it up to the handrail.. epic.
Friday, May 18, 2012
I'm on a Boat
On the second day of my existence, in Charleston, I opened a bank account. The account manager and I made small talk. It was a one sided conversion bordering an interview. He bounced well rehearsed questions at me as I eagerly poured out the new life I sought. Occasionally he would interrupt my ramblings to find out my social security number or what my four digit pin were to be. I'm sure my life story was the first of many that would filter through one ear and out the other that day. Another eager warm weather seeking midwesterner. Just after I signed the last document he shook my hand and inquired, "Do you really want to enjoy Charleston?" I remember not responding but forming a half grin on my confused face. "Find a friend that owns a boat."
Five years later it has happened and now he's wants to sell it! Don't ruin my summer.
Every day could look like this.
Skurfing(Surf/Skiing) in the Harbor..
Shrimp boats and dolphins at play..
Hit the dock in time for happy hour at Red's.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Tales from the Edisto
Step back Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer the Edisto is the new Mississippi and this adventure has a treehouse!
Let me revert back to the weeks leading up to this 23 mile excursion where the tales of this swampy river did not provide much confidence. Most people I talked to provided insight on survival and encounters of poisonous snakes and alligators, as if these were necessary tips. All of these self-proclaimed outdoorsmen accompanied their anecdotes with laughter and a little shake of the head. The laughter quickly turned to concern and sympathy when I voluntarily mentioned this canoe trip included my..eh hem..girlfriend. Words of encouragement were spun to questions of why? stupid? and refund? I won't say I argued against their thought process. A typical response included, "I'll have plenty of beer".
Fast forward to the time of this entry and our trip was flawless! The smile on my face could not have been slapped off if Brittney tried. Day one included 13miles and around six hours of paddling/floating. We stopped a few times along the sandy beach river banks to rest our arms, have lunch, and drink beer. The sun definitely beat down at times but the spanish moss provided a nice umbrella over the water to shade us. The river on a Thursday afternoon was peaceful as if our own private island. No venomous snakes, human hungry alligators, or swamp people (ok one) were ever a concern. We saw a plethora of turtles and even a young fawn.
Nestled in the trees just off the river view. Our tree house took me back to my youth. I never had one but this is what my little imagination conjured up as a kid. A hammock near the riverbank, fire pit, and wood framed 10x10 home twenty feet in the air. The house itself was perfect for the two of us. A simple layout of futon, coffee table, propane range, and sleeping loft provided everything we needed. We explored the small island, attempted to build a camp fire, cooked a meal, and drank ourselves to sleep. I couldn't have asked for a better night in the woods.
Early to rise the next morning, we cooked
breakfast and sipped coffee. Empty cooler in tow we loaded the rest of our belongings and set out for the final 10miles of our journey. This day hosted a little more action on the river with fishing boats and kayakers sharing what was our own peaceful journey. The paddle back was bittersweet. The sheer joy of this adventure still existed but I knew in a couple hours I would be fighting speeding traffic down the interstate. Why are we in such a rush? I could only sit and wonder when my next trip would be and what new discoveries it will bring.
Let me revert back to the weeks leading up to this 23 mile excursion where the tales of this swampy river did not provide much confidence. Most people I talked to provided insight on survival and encounters of poisonous snakes and alligators, as if these were necessary tips. All of these self-proclaimed outdoorsmen accompanied their anecdotes with laughter and a little shake of the head. The laughter quickly turned to concern and sympathy when I voluntarily mentioned this canoe trip included my..eh hem..girlfriend. Words of encouragement were spun to questions of why? stupid? and refund? I won't say I argued against their thought process. A typical response included, "I'll have plenty of beer".
Fast forward to the time of this entry and our trip was flawless! The smile on my face could not have been slapped off if Brittney tried. Day one included 13miles and around six hours of paddling/floating. We stopped a few times along the sandy beach river banks to rest our arms, have lunch, and drink beer. The sun definitely beat down at times but the spanish moss provided a nice umbrella over the water to shade us. The river on a Thursday afternoon was peaceful as if our own private island. No venomous snakes, human hungry alligators, or swamp people (ok one) were ever a concern. We saw a plethora of turtles and even a young fawn.
Nestled in the trees just off the river view. Our tree house took me back to my youth. I never had one but this is what my little imagination conjured up as a kid. A hammock near the riverbank, fire pit, and wood framed 10x10 home twenty feet in the air. The house itself was perfect for the two of us. A simple layout of futon, coffee table, propane range, and sleeping loft provided everything we needed. We explored the small island, attempted to build a camp fire, cooked a meal, and drank ourselves to sleep. I couldn't have asked for a better night in the woods.
Early to rise the next morning, we cooked
breakfast and sipped coffee. Empty cooler in tow we loaded the rest of our belongings and set out for the final 10miles of our journey. This day hosted a little more action on the river with fishing boats and kayakers sharing what was our own peaceful journey. The paddle back was bittersweet. The sheer joy of this adventure still existed but I knew in a couple hours I would be fighting speeding traffic down the interstate. Why are we in such a rush? I could only sit and wonder when my next trip would be and what new discoveries it will bring.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Riverdogs
Baseball is back. You can always count on the Charleston Riverdogs for a cheap way to have fun during the week. Dugan, Walt, and I headed over to the Joe to catch a game during opening week. Who won that day? Everyone! We had a blast feeding our faces and slugging cheap beer. There were multiple food runs which included boiled peanuts, nachos, and the pig on a stick (footlong bacon wrapped corndog)! I honestly could have spent the entire game at the doghouse sampling various hotdogs. They have crazy amounts of toppings and even feature a pickle dog. That's right a hotdog with a pickle as the bun. It's a long season I'll pace myself.

sun going down over the ashley river as the riverdogs play host to the augusta green jackets (<get it)
sun going down over the ashley river as the riverdogs play host to the augusta green jackets (<get it)
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
New Age of Optical Shopping
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Straight Glazed
Glazed - Charleston's first gourmet doughnut shop, is a must stop for those early morning sweet tooth cravings. Today I hit the holy grail! I was able to peddle down King St. just in time to score the ever elusive maple bacon which I paired nicely with an orange pistachio. I devoured them both to my belly's delight. Yum! ...I think I will stroll to the park and take a nap.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Throwback Thursday
It's crazy to think just over a year ago we were all out at sea with the only concern in mind was what buffet line to hit that day. I was sifting through some of the photos I took. Here's what I found.
A nightly occurrence.. open water and sunsets worth watching.
Aunt Sharon and Mom discussing the berating Jenn just gave Chuck on a private island. Bad Chuck.
St. Maarten - the French side
We visit, they live it. St.Thomas
Sea shells by the sea shore
Nothing better than to gamble and drink while on a boat.
Monday, April 2, 2012
What Happens in Charlotte..
Our trip to Charlotte ended up being quite a successful one. The hotel we landed was directly next to the stadium and in the mix of some of Charlotte's finest establishments. This relatively new city had a clean air about it despite the lack of bike lanes. I was impressed by the youthful feel and absence of bums. The drive was a quick three hours and far enough away to give you a sense of vacation and anonymity. Thus equating to an eventful evening of randomness and adventure. The game was a snore, I've been in high school arenas with better home team support, c'mon Jordan! I would literally say seventy five percent of the crowd was repping Celtic green. Which was the reason we made the effort. It was pretty cool being six rows from the action and seeing the likes of Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce, and Rajon Rondo in person. If I only had a day off when the Bulls come into town.
View from the rooftop terrace pool at our hotel. Time Warner Arena and downtown.
Me, Sean, Dugan, and Josh. Very happy dudes
Sweet seats!
The aftermath. Room service, beer, and an empty $6 bottle of water.
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