Cheating on Lenny & Haunted Charleston

Last weekend I "cheated" on Lenny~ I drove another bus!! We left poor Lenny parked this week while we were busy visiting family and friends around South Carolina. Over the weekend we went to Charleston where I got to drive Sprout, who belongs to our friend Jim. No one has gotten to drive Sprout while Jim has owned him, so I felt very lucky that my friend had a bit too much to drink. I noticed a big difference in the shifting, Lenny has so much play! Otherwise it was pretty much the same but I had a good feeling puttering through Charleston in Sprout.


A word on Charleston~
We stayed in Rockville, a stone's throw from the ocean where annually a ship battalion lights fireworks to celebrate July 4th. The rest of the year most of the homes are empty, leaving visitors to wonder how old these seemingly historic houses are; and the old wise trees, dripping with Spanish moss, that seem to know more than the people living here. At night we pondered on the history of the place; knowing Charleston was the largest slave port of America, a dark picture began to emerge. We ignored the shadows creeping in night and walked to the water's edge, before a cold gust sent us back to our temporary residence and our campfire. Ignoring the weird feelings we spent the rest of the night goofing off and gave it no more thought.
I have a hard time believing in what I cannot see with my eyes and touch with my hands, but some feelings are hard to ignore. Especially when all of us felt the same thing but talked about it much later. Needless to say, I got a FREE haunted tour of Charleston.


Side note~ I took these photos on a very sunny 75 degree afternoon, and they still turned out so eery!