We arrived in Charleston late in the afternoon and crossed the Cooper River on the beautiful Arthur J. Ravenel Bridge to head out to the sea islands. The old Cooper River Bridge was steep and narrow, and quite honestly made my palms sweaty every time I had to cross it—whether I was driving or not! Although I never lived in Charleston, I remember crossing the old bridge numerous times, but two are particularly memorable. Once, I was coming inland, to avoid Tropical Storm (Hurricane?) Gloria, and the wind was much stiffer than usual; I could actually hear the bridge creaking! Another terrifying crossing occurred one February in falling snow—a rarity in Charleston. The Ravenel Bridge is a beautiful example of engineering and architecture of which Charleston and Mount Pleasant are rightfully proud. The Mister, however, seemed to think that someone really should have taken the time to paint the pockets and fly on these super long jeans!
(And, please God, don’t let anyone take a picture of me walking down the beach from behind!)