This year's trip was generally similar to last year's, except that this time the McCartys joined us and of course we were on our new boat.
Our starting point, Atkins Landing on Lake Moultrie...aka where the boat leaves from...aka the perfect setting for a horror flick.

From there, we ventured over to the Pinopolis Lock



In re-reading last year's post, I realize that I wasn't perfectly accurate in the lake/river geography. The Pinopolis Lock lowers you to the Tailrace Canal, which merges downstream with the Cooper River.
In this picture, you can see the Tailrace Canal ahead and below. We were about 75 feet above the canal and it took about 20 minutes for the lock to lower us.


Here you can see the giant vault-like doors of the lock opening...


From the Tailrace Canal we merged into the Cooper River, which took us to the Charleston Harbor.

We spent a lot of the time outrunning a storm...we girls kept teasing the guys about not letting us have a relaxing vacation...so this picture is when our vacation officially began. :) We were tied up to a dock on the Ashley River...

Dinner at Coast Fri night...


On Saturday the guys headed back out on the boat and the girls did some shopping and browsing in the market. We also decided to do a carriage tour, which was so much fun! On Friday we saw the peninsula by water and Saturday we saw it by mule-drawn carriage.


Our guide was very knowledgable about the history of many of the downtown properties. I really felt like I should have been taking notes!



As we were rolling down the battery, our guide directed our attention to the Roper House. Hmmm...that sounds familiar...surely it belonged to one of my ancestors?? :) I honestly don't remember ever hearing anything about the Roper House, although I'm certain that my grandmother or daddy have given me the background on it at some point.
According to our guide, the columns of the Roper House are the largest on the battery. The columns served as a symbol to boats coming in to the harbor that the home belonged to a merchant. I couldn't get a good picture from my spot on the carriage, but I got a few from the harbor on Sunday morning.

It's the fourth from the right in this picture:

Since 95% of my blog readers are related to me :) ...I thought I would share a few more details on the Roper House.
It was built in 1838 by Robert William Roper. Several of the sources that I researched claim that it has the finest view in Charleston. Robert W. Roper only lived in the house for about a decade before he died of malaria. His wife, Martha Rutledge Roper sold the house. They had no children...so I guess its impossible for me to be a direct descendent (darn!). The house survived the devastating earthquake of 1886.
Which is a good segue to another topic that our guide discussed...natural disasters. According to our guide, geologists expect a major earthquake in Charleston about every 100 years and meteorologists expect a major hurricane every 20 (?) years. Which means we are about 25 years overdue for an earthquake and 2 years overdue for a hurricane. As we rode around looking at all the beautiful homes, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer they will be here.
Many of the old homes sport earthquake rods...basically huge bolts between floors to stabilize the homes. You can see the nuts on the walls of this house:

The problem is that the rods make the structures very rigid...and rigid is not good if we have another earthquake. Well, not if but when. Oh man, this is getting depressing. Moving on...
Saturday night we went to dinner at Amen Street...here we are before leaving the hotel...

And Sunday morning we headed back up the river! Thankfully there were no storms to outrun, so it was a more leisurely trip. Later we would run right into a storm at Atkins Landing, but along the way we took our time & stopped at the sandbar...then Graem & Justin rode the tube...not to be outdone, the girls rode the tube...we hopped back in the boat when we got to a no-wake zone where we saw...
Do you see it?

How about now?

We were tubing not 100 yards from that giant alligator! Did that stop us from skiing when we got on up the river? No. :)
Next thing we knew, we were back at the Pinopolis Lock...here is the river-side view:

So you might remember from last year that I had a little run-in with an officer in the Naval Yard. :) Although I tried my best to behave this year, I ended up getting pulled over when driving up I-26. I was {slightly} speeding...76 in a 70...but apparently officers don't take kindly to being passed on the interstate. Oh well, we had to have a little excitement, and since it didn't end in a ticket, I'm okay with it. :)






































