South Carolina

I'm back from Charleston, and I can't even put into words what happend. As Clew said, "there is no adjective I can attach to it". He's right. It was just perfect. Even when it was going bad or unpleasant, it was perfect. Everything about it just screamed divine control everything from highways carved out of mountains, to trickling waterfalls, to the sweet ocean air, to the bountiful shells, to the sand stuck in my toes, the Columbia capitol building, Clyde letting loose, Chris waking up, half man-half drugs, yelling at each other, grilling hot dogs, beautiful Charleston streets, tasting coffee, swelling feet, waffle house, Mario, orangeburg, bread everywhere, car smelling like fruit and bread, my jam, hogging the blanket, running next to the car during a traffic jam, throwing food out the window, craving donuts, best ice cream in the world, useless basketball, hours upon hours of frisbee, losing the throw, putting on shows, chris belly flopping into the ocean, kids throwing sand at each other (and baby), lost butterfly kite, running baby, wheaton north bartender, wrong mapquest directions, weird dude, loud kid, quiet time, out like a rock in the backseat, total and fruit loops, and so much "freakin" more. I have to spread this out over a couple of entries since this one doesn't even make sense, unless you were there.