I’ve logged 1,938 miles since Jackonsville, the last song-city; 11,429 since I set out. I’ve been apprehensive about Charleston for some time. While Janelle and I had hoped to get to Savannah, we never made it. So it was a clean slate. Charleston – we spent time in together. I can’t say I enjoyed Charleston this trip. But I ate more today than I have in three days. My coping mechanism.

Shrimp and grits with a poached egg. And a brown ale. Pooban’s Porch.

