Finally out of "Dodge" we get cruising at 11 knots, best ever! Things go well staying ahead of a heat-meeting-heat tropical storm. Or so we think. Enjoying lunch and kicking back with 20 knots powering our sails we get hit with a 30 + gust of wind. Lunch gets tossed....hell, we nearly get tossed. Wade jumps to action to bring in the sails and I put everything inside and bring all the survival stuff outside. We get the life jackets on for the first time and even attach the life lines and then I puke up lunch. We get tossed over 5 foot waves for the rest of the afternoon, my stomach hurts, I'm dehydrated and shaking....not a pretty picture. The weather brightens up and the waves completely die and the luck returns, again and we hook a tuna. We plan tuna burgers for dinner and sushi for brunch the next day. The night comes on damp and this turns on the bronchitis again. No joy... We get to the channel at 4:30 a.m., snooze and come in to Charleston on a beautiful and, of course, windless day.
Charleston begs us to venture out and stretch our legs. We go to book stores, candy stores (Wade buys $21.oo worth of candied Pralines) and stroll past tiny cobble stone lanes and the rich architecture of this old harbor city. Bay Street, along the ocean, is lined with mansions built with a smaller street frontage with the length of the house a block long to the backside. Windows have shutters on the outside and undraped so that on-lookers can see fireplaces and chandeliers in the vast spaces of the interior. Every house has a gas lamp lit everynight, possibly by the lamplighter who lives within one of the quarters of these huge single dwelling homes.
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