If it ain't sticky, it ain't a roadtrip!

From Atlanta, we hit the road again, this time on our way to beautiful Charleston, South Carolina. Both of us have heard a lot about Charleston but haven't had the pleasure of going there ourselves.



The first thing we did upon getting into Charleston was to hit the Charleston Museum, which is the oldest museum in the country (since 1773). They had some really interesting exhibits including some great Civil War and Revolutionary War weapons and memorabilia. They also had a temporary exhibit called "Clothes to Dye For" about clothing and color, which I thought was super cool. And just our luck - we came on a Tuesday and it's open late on Tuesdays!



After that, we went to our campsite so we wouldn't have to set up in the dark (which actually by the time, we were pretty used to). We were lucky enough to be able to get a tent site and this awesome county park, James Island. James Island is really top notch. It's in this beautiful rural setting - very peaceful but also very clean and a great place to camp. And best of all...it's less than 10 minutes from downtown Charleston.



We got our campsite set up in record time and decided it was time to really explore Charleston and the surrounding areas. First, we drove to Folly Beach (ok, let me rephrase, we got lost looking for the campground and ended up in Folly Beach). What a beautiful little community!! It's these beautiful houses all set up right on marshes and the water. It's unbelievable. And Folly Beach is a really cute surfer town right at the edge. Folly Beach is known as the Edge of America.



THIS IS WHERE I COMMENT THAT AT THIS POINT WE OFFICIALLY HAVE GONE COAST TO COAST. From the Pacific to the Atlantic, we've done it!



Ok, sidenote over. From our campground, we hit downtown Charleston. This is the part where I tell you - this town is a-ma-zing! I love it. It is adorably cute with historic buildings, a hopping nightlife and it's clean and quaint. "Let's move here," I tell Billy, but then realize that the humidity is at 9000% percent and I've lost all my body weight in sweat. Once again, I have to rephrase. "Let's visit here more often." Billy and I walk around downtown for a few hours and wander around the cobblestone streets and amazing architecture. Charleston is pretty much everything I love in a town, other than having the distinction of being the sweatiest town in America. (Ok, I made that up. I believe I have never sweat as much as I did at 10 pm in Charleston, but the city of Charleston is not even in the top 10 of sweatiest places. But if you really want to know where the sweatiest places in America are, click here.)



After walking around what felt like days, we finally decided on dinner and stopped at the first place we found after we couldn't walk anymore. Sticky Fingers it is then! A Memphis-style barbecue joint, Sticky Fingers was beyond yummy. Billy had the Cheesy Chicken Sandwich and I had the Pulled Barbecue Sandwich. We split them among the two of us and WOW! Frickin' amazing.



I noticed that one of the waiters had a shirt that said, "If it ain't sticky, it ain't barbecue - Stephen Colbert." I thought that was hilarious, but then I turned around and there was a huge painting behind me of Stephen Colbert. Turns out, Stephen Colbert grew up around the corner and loves Sticky Fingers and talks about it on his show. The manager told me Colbert had just been in the week before. Swwwweet!



Well, we were exhausted after eating and it was about midnight at this point, so we drove back to our tent to get some restful sleep. WRONG! It was disgustingly hot in the tent. We had a battery operated fan, but every time I woke up in the middle of the night, Billy was hogging it. It wasn't that bad I guess...but it was pretty frickin' sticky. (Also, had to have the rain fly on because it was lightning when we went to bed, but you know when you have the rain fly up, there ain't no air getting through).