Violet didn't realize what artist we were seeing until we got inside. Then she was very excited to see artwork she had only seen in school and on Youtube.
The next morning I ran around a few streets and a parking lot and we drove back into downtown to walk around a bit. On the way, Violet and I stopped for coffee at a Starbucks. The lady in the SUV in front of us was a huge jerk to the guy taking her order. Violet and I started looking for a piece of paper to make a nice note to give to the window person to make up for the jerk in front of us. While searching the car, Violet finds two bathroom humor stickers she got from a Piggly Wiggly last October just as we pulled up to the window. The nice lady leaned out to say hello to us and we were both cackling with laughter. She looked curiously at us and Violet just held up one of the stickers. It was a parody of a Pringles chips can that read "Dingle-berries" and instead of chips it had several little poop emojis. The nice lady read the sticker and as it registered with her, she held back a laugh but couldn't stop the big smile spreading across her face. We got our beverages, told the lady she was beautiful, and drove away. Charleston is such a beautiful city. We didn't find Bill Murray's house so we drove up the coast to find our beach house for the week.
First stop was for a Crab Melt, of course. The grocery store had our weeks worth of groceries ready to pick up and we spent the next hour or so getting moved in and unpacked. We tried a new beach condo this year and it worked out well.
I love staying close to the inlet. As soon as we were settled, Violet and I took the walk to the jetty. The wind was blowing so hard it sandblasted our legs.
The foxes were also a good amenity. Right in front our our balcony there were two fox dens dug into the dunes. Two young foxes lounged and played there most of the week. A couple of times an older fox came by to check in.
Friday when I woke up at 6:00 am I heard several cracks of thunder. Not what you want to hear when you're about to run a mile and a half down the beach. I checked the radar and waited a few minutes to get a break in the rain. I don't mind getting wet but I do object to being struck by lightning. When I got my chance, I headed out. As I started toward the beach I heard more thunder and decided to play it safe by sticking close to the building. I ran on the sidewalk but didn't venture too far away. Of course by the time I was done running the rain stopped and the skies started to brighten. Violet and I took this as a sign that we needed to kayak again.
We went to the same spot we put in earlier in the week and found it was nothing but pluff mud at low tide. We drove around a little and found another public landing and we were back out for adventures. We paddled to Goat Island and said hello to several baby goats.