Operation Do-as-Much-as-We-Possibly-Can-in-One-Day (Charleston Vacation, Part 2)

Yesterday I regaled the story of our road trip from NYC to Charleston.  If you didn’t read yesterday’s post, you can catch it here.

Or I can just summarize:  We drove all night/morning — singing show tunes and classic rock all the way– got into Charleston in the afternoon, had a little DIY S’mores excursion at Parson Jack, then returned to our very basic-but-it-still-has-a-wall-mounted-bottle-opener-so-that’s-cool hotel room and slept for a solid eleven hours.

You’re basically all caught up.

Today, I pick up where I left off.  We awoke Thursday morning, put the dogs back in the car (there was some resistance on their part as they had been in the car for fourteen hours previously), and drove to Angel Oak.  “What’s Angel Oak?”

It’s a reeeaaallllly old/big oak tree.  It is considered the oldest living thing east of the Mississippi River, and it’s also considered one of the oldest living things in the United States (estimated to be between 1,500-3,000 years old).  It’s huge, it’s gorgeous, it’s gnarly, and it was a must see for our Charleston trip — so it was our first stop.

All the touristy direction info can be found here (in case you want to check it out yourself, which you totally should), but the short story is that it was a mere fifteen minutes from our hotel, where we passsed many of these:

… which always hearken me back to my childhood growing up on the Gulf Coast…

And then we had to go down this lovely, albeit dirt road:

Which also hearkened me back to my childhood living by the Mississippi state line… where they don’t have roads.

Ha.  Just kidding.  (Kinda.)

But we had the CR-V, who came through like a champ.

And here’s a close-up of the massively gi-NORM-ous trunk:

And just to give you a sense of scale, here’s Nola and Margeaux sitting — ever so obediently — in front of the tree:

We have to think that the girls sensed this was a special place, because despite all of the “Do not climb” signs, Nola tried to do so anyway.  In fact, both of them were in hyper sniff/wag/joy mode the whole time we were there.

It’s hard to believe that in Charleston — which has seen its share of fires, hurricanes, and even a devastating earthquake — there could be something like Angel Oak.  Of course, it’s wired and stabilized in some places, but for the most part it looks like it’s not going anywhere.

Ok, so after we got down from our old-big-things-are-really-cool high, we dropped off the girls at our (pet-friendly) hotel and headed to peninsular Charleston.  It was around noon, so we had lunch at that place where I work in Times Square that I can’t exactly spell out for weird social media reasons, but they happen to have a location in Charleston where we could use our generous discount.  Seriously, I know you could probably figure it out, but I don’t want to get in trouble, so…

Yeah, that was delicious and stuff, and since we were right next to the Charleston City Market, we headed that way.  (And goodness knows you can’t keep me away from an open air market if your life depended on it).

I even Instagrammed a bit.

The market was great, complete with a mixture of touristy junk and unique, one-of-a-kind, handmade stuff you can’t get anywhere else.

I even found some inspiration at a few booths that had fun DIY upcycling ideas.  Among those were the “man candles” from Rewined Candles.

They were made using old beer bottles (and there were some wine bottle versions as well) — the tops had been removed with a slightly more advanced version of what I did here, then the half bottles were filled with wax and a wick.  Aside from the super eco-friendly design, the candles smelled fantastic (or fantastic-ly?).

And I didn’t get any close-up pictures.  (Just go to her website to check them out: Here.)

However, I did get some pics of these canape trays made from empty liquor and wine bottles (have you noticed a theme with me?).

I especially loved how there was just enough room in the opening of the bottle to insert a canape knife.  I will learn how to make these.

As always, the Charleston City Market was full of numerous Gullah folk making their amazing Charleston sweetgrass baskets.  I found one particular vendor that had some of the roses… and they were still green (like my favorite shade of green).  I bought some, which we later used for our rehearsal flowers for the wedding.

Honestly, they smelled like nothing.  This was just my way of getting around the fact that I wasn’t wearing lipstick, but wanted to take a picture with the roses anyway.  Any resulting cuteness and coyness is merely an accident.  :)

After visiting all of the booths (or maybe they’re called stalls in this case?), we headed down East Bay Street to check out the lovely (and famous) Rainbow Row.

… Which I’m sure I’ll tell you all about tomorrow in a bit wrap-up vacay posty goodness — Check back!

And if you’re really lucky, I’ll never use the word “vacay” again.

…Or “posty.”

(But I’m not making any promises.)

3 thoughts on “Operation Do-as-Much-as-We-Possibly-Can-in-One-Day (Charleston Vacation, Part 2)

  1. Charleston is lovely! Amazingly, these are the first photos I’ve seen of the city, despite growing up in Atlanta. Thanks for sharing!

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