Today we got up and ran a few errands before our West Coast office was up and going. One of those errands was picking up a couple of warmer jackets at Dick's Sporting Goods here in Charleston. And by warmer, I mean warmer than no jackets at all. Since we left in August headed for Colorado (where it was in the 90s) and were planning to turn around and return to Porltand after that, you might imagine we didn't pack for cold weather. So here it is the last day of October and we're heading to North Carolina, Tennessee, Kentucky… (Luckily I have a pair of tennies with me, and not just eight pairs of flip flops.)
Anyway, gassed up, grabbed some breakfast, got some jackets and then came back and worked for the rest of the day. Tonight we met up with Kyle for dinner over at Pearlz Oyster Bar (we all had super yummy fish tacos) before meeting up with our guide over at Washington Square for the Halloween ghost tour.
This ghost tour was good, and it was nice to walk around the historic district at night, but it was nowhere near as good as the ghost tour we did in Savannah. Nowhere near. Now I know I'm not a big ghost tour connoisseur or anything (I've now done two) but wow, what a difference. The one in Savannah: highly recommended. The one we did in Charleston: meh. Do it for the opportunity to learn a little history and hear some creepy stories, but REALLY do the one in Savannah for the same reason, only way way better.
St. Michael's (the church we went in yesterday, with the Tiffany stained glass windows) at night:
The Powder Magazine:
The oldest public building in the Carolinas. The Powder Magazine stored the powder crucial for defending Charleston. Although replaced by a newer magazine in 1748, it served effectively until the American Revolution. Today it is restored to its mid-nineteenth century appearance and open as a National Historic Landmark.
Art deco building built in 1941-2:
Branches lit dramatically by the streetlamp distracted me from whatever ghosty thing our tour guide was talking about:
Across the street from the above tree is the graveyard next to St. Philip's. The tour guide was telling us about something spooky and I walked over and stood by the iron fence around the graveyard and in the darkness, right in front of the iron fence, is a small sign that reads: "The only ghost at St. Philip's is the Holy Ghost. Join us for worship Sundays." So funny that the church would even feel the need to put that up. I thought they should have a little flickering light that illuminates it at night, as well as some piped in scary sounds.