For the first time in 4 years, I went to place not named Florida for Spring Break. This time I went a couple hundred miles north from there with my family. This place was South Carolina, more specifically, Southern South Carolina. My uncle has lived there for quite some time and the last time I visited, I was 10 years old.

My first thoughts upon reflecting upon this week are that of my uncle being a bit more interested in alcohol than i remembered. Most of our activities were alcohol-related. Bars, Distilleries, Breweries, I sat through it all. Down-to-Earth, hoity-toity, the whole spectrum. There was not much I could do to escape this. For a solid portion of the week, I was the only sober person in our posse. Not an enviable position.

We did go to some beautiful places though, the towns of Beaufort, Port Royal and Bluffton along with Savannah were quite nice with parks downtown and streets full of quaint restaurants. We visited tourist boulevard, also known as River Street in Savannah. The photo above is a cool little museum made in an old power plant. There you can buy a geode for about 8,000 dollars, give or take. The thumbnail was taken in Wright Family Park in Old Town Bluffton, which was quite a nice area on the water, not much alcohol to be seen.

In Charleston, we went to a restaurant on the docks of Shem Creek called Saltwater Cowboys. Strange name, in my opinion, especially because there were no cowboys to be seen. Somehow, our group of six got a spot directly on the water. I was not aware this would mess up the entire experience for me. There was some white reggae musician called SuperReggaeGuy and he had a shirt that was the superman logo but reggae. He seemed to have no idea what words to say, and would just say “Reggae music, on a Wednesday afternoon” and stuff like that. The sand gnats were in full force. I was getting bit on my legs and arms, and my drink was acting as a bug trap. I had to scarf down my grouper sandwich because I wasn’t sure if the bugs would eat it if I didn’t. I still bear the scars of the bug bites as I am writing this a week later. At least I found some random Lehigh Valley Iron Pigs hat in the parking lot.

The best day of the week was Thursday, though, because I got to do what I wanted. We went to a Savannah Ghost Pirates hockey game. The best sporting event to watch in person, obviously. The crowd in Savannah did not disappoint, as it was maybe the most intense environment I have ever been in. The Ghost Pirates kind of suck, so they lost in overtime, which was generous given they looked horrible all game. Nice little arena though.

Wasn’t the greatest week of my life, but it was better than the average week, which is all that matters, I suppose. I wish I could do it again this week.