I have been to
Charleston, SC, many times in my mind via accounts from guests on our tours @
Queen City Tourssm and Travel, movies, and various television shows. In real life, I had been there once to attend my family reunion in
1995. I can vividly remember the steamy humidity and historic ambience as I strolled into town early that
Friday evening in
July. The motel that we stayed was old and quaint and a bit musty from years and years of visitors from probably all over the world. I was paired in a room with my late
Uncle Nay who no one else wanted to bunk with because he was very talkative and frugal (cheap). I did not mind the pairing because it gave me a chance to interact with him as an adult. He was quite an interesting guy in that he lived in his own world and did not allow anyone to sway him from what he felt was best for himself as a child of
God. We talked about much about nothing that night until he disclosed that he had to arise early the next morning for a mandatory walk because of his heart surgery a few years in the past.
Uncle Nay passed away a few years later after refusing to allow his foot to be amputated to save his life. May he rest in peace!
I decided to go at it on my own the next day and explore what
Charleston, SC, was all about and to seek out my favorite boiled peanuts that were at the time hard to come by in
Charlotte, NC. I remember coming upon this very tall rickety bridge to seemingly nowhere to continue my hunt for boiled peanuts. I had to really psyche myself up to prepare for the crossing which seemed to take forever and a day. I finally made it across, found my boiled peanuts, and made it back safely and excited that I had conquered that beast of a bridge to seemingly nowhere. Fast forward nearly two decades later in
2012 and I find myself heading back to
Charleston, SC, during our
QCT A Day In Charleston, SCsm, trip in
June. I could not help but to reflect on that reunion and my late
Uncle Nay as we entered the city limits on
Interstate 26 South on
Saturday the
16th of
June. I wondered if that old motel was still in existence and that old bridge that I hesitantly drove over in search of boiled peanuts; one of my favorite snacks. This time I was guided by the latest in navigational technology via my
Garmin Nuvi GPS (Global Positioning System), the last time was via a good old fashioned
Rand McNally Map that I had used to travel half way across the
United States and back. I actually had more luck using the map as the
GPS took us the wrong way a few times!