Pisgah Perfect

Okay. It’s fair to say that my time spent in Pisgah National Forest from Sunday, July 14  – Saturday, July 20, with a brief hiatus into Atlanta for a Phish show is a little past due. The good news is that I think I’m in a place (Boston, MA), where I should be able to catch up and share with you my travels, heady thoughts and some just-for-fun realizations in the next couple of posts. So, before my experiences lose the relevance of time, it’s time to get on with the journey…OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

With my adventure having just started a week previous and having spent the first five days of it with my Wanee family in Columbia and Charleston, South Carolina, Mount Pisgah was to serve as my home-base for exploring Asheville, North Carolina – a place that even though I had never been resonated with me for some special reason – and represented the first opportunity to continue the “work” of my spiritual journey. I was looking forward to solitude, which would allow myself to look within, get in touch with nature (and therefore myself) and allow the time and space needed to assume the role of the “observer” on my path towards enlightenment. And, it did…to a certain degree, but more on that in a future post. Before I share with you the beautiful natural wonders the National Park has to offer, I thought I’d give you a little background before we head into the back country.

Background before the back country

Borrowing its namesake from the Biblical mountain from which Moses saw the promised land after 40 years of wandering in the wilderness, Pisgah National Forest is named after a prominent peak, Mount Pisgah, a 5,721-foot summit along the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Panomara of Mount Pisgah

Panomara of Mount Pisgah

Comprised of 500,000 acres of mile-high vistas, whitewater rivers, cascading waterfalls and hundreds of miles of trails through heavily forested slopes, Pisgah National Forest is just 15 miles outside of Asheville, North Carolina. Originally owned by George Vanderbilt, a transportation mogul-made millionaire (multi-billionaire by today’s standards), the forest in the 1890’s was intended to serve as a backyard hunting preserve for his estate, The Biltmore mansion – the largest private home in the United States (which I will detail later in the post).  Following Vanderbilt’s passing in 1914, his widowed wife sold the land to the United States government, making it one of the first tracks of land purchased under the Week’s Act of 1911, which led to it becoming the first National Forest of the East in 1916. It not only remains one of the first designated wilderness areas in the country and home to the first School of Forestry in the United States but the oldest national forest in North Carolina. Today, sharing a boarder with Great Smoky Mountain National Park in Tennessee, Pisgah National Forest provides some of the most dramatic scenery and outstanding recreational opportunities in the Appalachian Mountains.

Even its epic history, dramatic views and recreational outlets don’t do justice to just how special this place became to me. So, as not to try to convince you of this, I thought a day-by-day digest of my time spent might suffice until I can digest the emotional impact it has had?

Day 1: Bound for Glory

I was so excited to get to the forest, experience the Blue Ridge Mountains for the first time, drive along the renowned Blue Ridge Parkway and camp in all its glory, I couldn’t contain it.

After a 30-minute drive up the parkway, I navigated myself to Mount Pisgah Campground, set up camp at an elevation of 4,980 feet and settled in for the night, but not before making friends with my camp neighbors who made a peace offering in the form of a beer (PBR). Much appreciated, as I was without.

Day 2: Navigating the terrain

In a cloud

In a cloud

Having arrived in a cloud and unable to see the dramatic views on my way up, in the morning I decided to venture out to find a cell phone signal, get my bearings and re-up on some camping supplies, like ice, firewood and beer. This brought me further South the Blue Ridge Parkway to SR 276 which took me down the mountain and on a path to explore:

Sliding Rock: Sliding Rock is 60-foot natural rock slide with a 6-7-foot pool at the base. A little touristy for me, it was still a must see while in the forest. The slide is an official Forest Service Recreation Area with a $1 fee, which covers parking and on-duty lifeguards. If you plan to experience it, bring shoes, ensure you’re 16 years of age or older and be prepared for a chilling splash at the end!

Looking Glass Falls: Looking Glass Falls is probably one of the best known falls in Pisgah National Forest due its easy access just off of 276. It’s about 60-feet tall and always has a heavy flow of water. Next to its beauty, the coolest part is that you’re welcome to climb the rocks at its base, swim and wade in the pool that it creates.

Looking Glass Falls from the base.

Looking Glass Falls from the base.

Oskar Blues Brewery, Brevard, North Carolina: 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERALocated in Brevard, North Carolina on the other side of the mountain from Asheville, Oskar Blues is one of 48 breweries (and counting) in the Asheville area. Originally hailing from Boulder, Colorado Oskar Blues was one of the first breweries to put good, craft beer in a can: Dale’s Pale Ale. A backpacker’s and hop head’s dream-come-true. They consistently brew seven craft beers ranging in gravity and ABV from Mama’s Little Yella Pils on the lighter side to Ten Fidy, a 10% roasty, ultra stout. My favorite of the flight I tried was Dales Pale Ale – one voluminously hopped mutha of a pale ale – and Deviant Dale’s, which I brought back to camp with me in 16-oz. cans.

Without getting into too much detail here, a couple events transpired in just the first 24-hours, which taught me to: trust the path of love and light and not to put too much stake into those who are still part of the system, as their holding on too tight will only stand in the way of connecting in a more meaningful way.

Through these events, which were only mildly disappointing, I was able to see the beauty of a journey: better things lie ahead even if they’re outside of the plan, like this glorious sunset from a special place I affectionately dubbed “sunset rock.” Called to it by means of it being illuminated by the only ray of light on the side of the mountain, I would not have found it or been able to see the setting sun had the plans I made not fallen through.Sunset Rock

Day 3: “F” is for finding adventure with new-found friends

In a dramatic turn of events, which brought my camp neighbor, a hippie, pirate purveyor of vegan food on Shakedown streets around the country, back to the mountains, I now had a partner in crime in which to explore more of the forest. Hiking was the name of our game.

From the summit

From the summit

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMount Pisgah Trail: We headed out to summit Mount Pisgah, a 6-mile round-trip hike from base camp, which traversed moderate to strenuous terrain and a 800-foot ascend and descend through a variety of micro-climates, including a high elevation swamp, heavily populated hardwood forest and an almost arid, vegetation-free bald spot at the summit.

Private natural pool: After the four-hour hike to-and-from the summit, my new-found-friend and I were up for a swim in the balmy waters of one of the many 56-degree streams that ran through the forest. The coolest thing about this is that unlike community pools and public swimming holes, you can just pull over and find your own little private slice of life. So we did and found this place just off the beaten path. Even without getting in, the breeze created from the flow of cool water over the rocks was like nature’s own air conditioner. So refreshing.

Our private little pool

Our private little pool

Moore Cove Falls: Just down from Looking Glass falls on 276, there was a little turn-off and trail head which lead to shower-like cascade of Moore Cove Falls, a 50-foot freefall with an average flow of what is seen in the pictures below.

Moore Cove Falls

Moore Cove Falls

 

 

Day 4: Something Phishy

As much as I appreciated the company my camp neighbor kept, I ventured into the mountains for alone time, and it was about time I found it, even if I had to create it myself. Phish playing in Atlanta provided the perfect opportunity. I headed out late on Wednesday morning, arrived in Atlanta around 3:30pm, scored tickets at face value without the “inconvenience fee” from the box office, tailgated it, worked it on Shakedown Street and headed into the show. I found that if I’m going to a show and have lawn seats, it’s guaranteed to rain! Four and half hours later, I was soaked from head to toe, but learned that it’s the only way to really get down at a jam band show. Finger up!PANO_20130717_201631

Knowing I had to start the drive back after the show and late into the night, I kept it cool by not indulging too much. I made it as far as I could, but it wasn’t far enough so I pulled into a Pilot Travel Center and spent the first night in my car. It wouldn’t take a whole lot of nights like that before I rethought what I was doing. Fortunately, it was my first and last time sleeping in a car…so far.

The Biltmore Estate

The Biltmore Estate

Day 5: Crunchy Opulence 

Upon making it back into the Asheville area on Thursday morning, I immediately proceeded to the Biltmore Estate, the largest private residence in the United States. At 178,926 square feet (almost 4 acres under roof!), The Biltmore house is a Châteauesque-styled mansion built by George Washington Vanderbilt II between 1889 and 1895. Featuring  250 rooms (33 guest rooms, 43 bathrooms, 65 fireplaces, a 10,000 volume library, a Banquet Hall with a 70-foot ceiling and full-size pipe organ, an indoor pool, bowling alley, as well as a state-of-the-art fitness center for the time) it stands today as one of the most prominent examples of the Gilded Age. Too bad they wouldn’t allow pictures inside 🙁

Biltmore Gardens. An impressive place.

Biltmore Gardens. An impressive place.

Most impressive was its 8,000 acre plot, which featured extensive gardens, arboretum, bass pond (more like a lake) and a winery.

For more on the Biltmore, including its impressive history read on.

All in all, the Biltmore cost $60 to access the house and grounds and took about 4 hours to see (and I was hurrying). Despite its status as a tourist attraction, I’d highly recommend stopping by. Not only was the family history interesting and its architecture awe-inspiring, stepping back in time to understand the effect the Victorian era had on its design was a learning experience.

After leaving the Biltmore, I headed into Asheville to check out the local scene, which I will detail in a future post. In the meantime, I’ll tell you that I posted up at the Asheville Brewing Company, where I worked on a blog post and stopped into Wicked Weed for dinner before heading back to join the camping queen at Pisgah Campground. I showed up pretty toasted, but it sure did make for a fun drive up the Blue Ridge!

Asheville Brewing Co.

Asheville Brewing Co.

Day 6: Closing out

I woke up on Friday with mixed emotions, knowing that this would be my last full day on Mount Pisgah. Not only did I want to make the most of my surroundings and check out some additional hiking trails and waterfalls, but I wanted to experience more of Asheville than I previously allowed. So, here’s how I closed out my last day:

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAFrying Pan Loop: At the entrance of Mount Pisgah Campground is Frying Pan Loop, a 3/4-mile trail up 375 feet of gravel terrain. Allowing me to escape the crowds of Mount Pisgah Trail, I was able to see soaring views of the Blue Ridge Mountain range from the 50-foot Frying Pan Tower (an abandoned fire tower) at just about 5,200 feet. Although an easy walk, if you’re afraid of heights, this isn’t the trail for you. Perched on the tower and looking down the ridge, it reminded me of a view you’d only get when skydiving (only about 10,000 feet lower).

Graveyard Field Falls: Two waterfalls (an upper and a lower) grace the area known as Graveyard Field, a mile-high valley filled with wildflowers and surrounded by the Blue Ridge mountains.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Asheville, North Carolina: After soaking up as much as I could in Pisgah, it was time to head into Asheville for one last time, where I would stumble on the Friday night drum circle, eat at Mayfel’s and check out the Asheville Music Hall where I would jam out to the sounds of “Big Something” and “The Mantras.” There’s lots more to say about my time in Asheville, and I look forward to breaking it down in a later post. But, that will have to wait as this post is already getting too long. So stay tuned.

Looking back, I could’ve stayed in Pisgah for another week and still not have felt that I had sufficient time to reflect and explore. So, I will probably return. However, I did find time to let go, open up and formulate  few thought-provoking ideas from the forest, which I look forward to sharing with you when the time is right.

In the meantime, I hope this gives you an idea of why this forest will forever be a part of me.

Charleston Charge

Two weeks ago today my ventures took to me Charleston, the oldest and second-largest city in South Carolina. Having missed stopping in Savannah, GA on my way up from Florida, I was excited about what was going to be my first field trip to a quintessential Southern town. And what an adventure it turned out to be, filled with food, history, mixology, sun and an impromptu jam sesh!

Before heading out from Columbia (about 114 miles away or about a two-hour drive), I knew our time was going to be limited. Having heard that you could spend at least a week just putzing around town, checking out its historical sites, like Fort Sumter and The Citadel as well as tasting the fares of its renowned restaurants, I wasn’t going to be able to see and do it all, but that was okay. I had great “tour guides,” who had a few local connections and favorite places they wanted to share. But, before I get into those, I wanted to turn you on to with what  most mainstream tourists, which I am not, would’ve had on their agenda.

Charleston was originally named Charles Towne after King Charles of England, but this was just a logo to an inn.

Charleston was originally named Charles Towne after King Charles of England, but this was just a logo to an inn.

A brief history

Founded in 1670 as Charles Towne in honor of King Charles II of England, Charleston adopted its present name in 1783. By 1690, Charles Towne was the fifth largest city in North America, and it remained among the ten largest cities in the United States through the 1840’s, at which time it was a bustling trade center – the hub of the Atlantic trade of African slaves, cotton, silk and tea for the Southern colonies.

It was also the city which started the civil war. In December of 1860,  following the election of Abraham Lincoln, South Carolina voted to secede from the Union – hence why the Confederate flag still flies in the capital of Columbia.  On January 9, 1861, cadets of the Citadel, an arsenal-turned-military academy, opened fire from Fort Sumter on the Union ship, Star of the West, that entered Charleston’s harbor.

The rest, well, is history…

Culturally Speaking

Known for its rich history, well-preserved architecture, restaurant community, and mannerly people, Charleston has received a large number of accolades, including “America’s Most Friendly City” by Travel + Leisure in 2011 and “the most polite and hospitable city in America” by Southern Living magazine.

Charleston is also famous for its unique culture, which blends traditional Southern U.S., English, French, and West African elements. The downtown peninsula is well known for its art, music, local cuisine, and fashion.  Must eats, like the Hominy Grill (synonymous for Shrimp and Grits), Jestine’s Kitchen holly low country eats, FIG and the Tattooed Moose for their Food Network-famous features would’ve been nice, but it was the pristine beaches, epicurean delights, artistry and funk that scratched the surface for me.

“It’s always an adventure with the McCaulley’s”

Before even arriving in Charleston, the adventure had already begun by means of a little car trouble. So I wanted to take the opportunity to clarify a couple questions I received on my previous post “Early Insights,” which alluded to them, but left a little room for worry for some. Yes, we had a minor delay in getting there. It was my friend’s Ford Escape (not my Mazda) that encountered minor break trouble on the way in to town. But, it was not a big deal – nothing that a short stop and cool-off couldn’t fix. Within minutes we were on our way to our first stop in Charleston:

Folly Beach Pier

Folly Beach Pier

Folly Beach in the house.

Folly Beach in the house.

Folly Beach: I had heard great things about this little beach town before even stepping foot on it. It was (and still is) my Wanee sister’s favorite place to be, so we had to check it out even though her husband probably preferred that we didn’t. He’s just not a beach guy, but he rolled with it so she and I could squeeze in a little quality time on the South Carolina shore.

With its beach boutiques, surf and skate shops as well as family-owned bars and eateries, Folly Beach reminded me of a scaled down version of Santa Cruz, California, sans the boardwalk and sea lions. Like many beach-side communities, it was laid back, casual but really cool with a West Coast kind of swagger. Lacking the rocky cliffs and cold currents of the Pacific, it was truly an East Coast coastline, with expansive sandy beaches, significant tidal surge and a fishing pier.

 

Taco Boy. Fusion tacos and Margaritas.

Taco Boy. Fusion tacos and Margaritas.

Taco Boy: Having just got out of the car, our first stop was a needed one: food and drink. So we stopped into a place my friends frequent every time they’re in town. Taco Boy. Adding to Folly Beach’s west coast flair, Taco Boy served up an impressive selection of taco fusion. So we sampled the Baja fish, kimchi beef, Al Pastor, braised beef and Carnitas Norteno tacos, while slugging several traditional and jalapeno margaritas. Like tequila, but not a fan of sour mix? Try ordering a margarita with just tequila and lime juice. My friend did, and it was a simple and sessionable take on a classic…without the heartburn.

 

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe Gin Joint: After soaking up the sun in Folly Beach, we ventured into downtown Charleston, where I had a plethora of recommendations at which to eat and drink some more. But having filled up sufficiently at Taco Boy, we opted to try a speak easy-style mixologist bar, called The Gin Joint. What an impressive place! At first, we weren’t sure if we were dressed appropriately to even go in but after a quick inspection inside, it was green light go! With its cool-colored walls and hipster-fashioned staff, we perused the menu, complimented with provisions, cheeses, deserts and, of course, cocktails.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Feeling a little daring, I opted to go with the Bartenders Choice, which allows you to choose two adjectives which the mixologist would blend together. In true form, I opted for “smokey” and “herbal”, and while I don’t remember exactly what was included, I have to say I was super impressed by the green-colored concoction I received. My company enjoyed champagne and the Six Shooter, which expertly blended together Rye Whiskey, Smoked Honey, Tosolini, Cynar, on Mole Bitters poured over an oversized, crafted cube of ice. Priced at around $10 per cocktail, I would’ve gladly paid over $22 which represented their signature and most high-end libation – The Apple Skin Bittered Sling, which blended Thomas Handy Cask Strength Rye Whiskey, Ramazzotti Amaro, Sorghum Molasses, Homemade Apple Skin Bitters. Next time you’re in Charleston, be sure to stop by. You will leave feeling right as rain…even if there isn’t any in the forecast.

Running a little late to meet up with a friend of my hosts, rather than hoofing it down Bay Street to King Street, (where the action is), we decided to catch a cab – a rickshaw ride to be more accurate. And, I’m so glad we did! Not only did the driver take us down a path less traveled in Charleston, which allowed us to soak up the sights of its historic alleys, it turned out to be my Wanee sister’s first time in a rickshaw. Yay for her!Her face says it all: First ride in a rickshaw!

 

Fish: Innovative cuisine.

Fish: Innovative cuisine.

Fish: Arriving on King Street, we easily navigated our way to Fish, where we were to catch our friend and local jazz guitarist, Lee Barbour, play an improvised set at this schmancy French-Asian establishment. Too caught up in the calming sounds of Lee’s guitar, we decided not to have a proper dinner, but I have to admit I drooled a little bit over their fresh and seasonal, sweet and spicy, classic and modern menu with the finest local ingredients, reimagining French and Asian classics. We did sample a petite plate of Don’t Peel, But Eat Shrimp, poached in coconut and citrus and accompanied by a ginger cocktail sauce. I didn’t want to leave Charleston without sampling their local, coastal shrimp. The one regret was not ordering the Duck Croque “Mad Duck”, which featured confit duck, foie gras, emmethal, bacon and challah brioche. Next time. And, there will be one!

The Rarebit: With Lee wrapping up his sexy set at Fish and my friends looking to catch up, the four of us headed down King Street only to discover The Rarebit, home of the best Moscow Mule (Vodka, ginger beer and limeade) ever and some damn fine fried Chicken and Waffles, too! In fact the only one of us that didn’t opt for the Chicken and Waffles as breakfast-for-dinner was our female counterpart, who ordered a proper Shrimp and Grits – which Charleston is known for – just so I could say I did. Creamy but not heavy and freshly milled, I’m glad she did. Hey girl, hey!! I’d highly recommend The Rarebit to anyone eating and drinking their way through Charleston. The menu is filled with elevated comfort food. Just keep in mind that anytime after 10pm is breakfast only. And I’m glad it was!

Juanita Greenberg’s Nacho Royale: With the night winding down (or so we thought) and the three of us having to make the drive back to Columbia (duty calls), we wandered down King Street a ways to the most unlikely of places featuring even more unsuspecting sounds. Stumbling into this not-so-impressive taco joint (as compared to our previous stops), the door was over-run with 20-something, college- looking kids, who could’ve been accused of loitering but were just having their smokes. Despite Lee’s recommendation that local musician friends of his were going to be playing, we were just about to call it night when the tunes started up. Funky ass bass! Within minutes, the four of us had drinks in hand and were warming up to a local funk jam session in the making. After only one or two songs, the guitarist approached “Uncle Lee” and asked him to sit in, handing him his guitar. What followed was about 20 – 30 minutes of uninterrupted funk. It was so funky, we could’ve smelled it all the way back in Columbia. Pee Yew! Just goes to show some of the best things in life are not and cannot be scheduled.

Looking back, I was thoroughly impressed with Charleston. I expected to find a Savannah-like, city filled with southern charm but discovered an up-and-coming scene that gives the swanky side of Las Vegas a run for its money. Although there was a lot that I did not get to see or do due to time limitations, I wouldn’t have had it any other way! I was fortunate to have seen the real side of Charleston, from historic sites and what was once a slave market to Food Network-featured restaurants and auditory funk. But most of all, I got to experience the city the way a local would want. Thanks guys!

If you're in Charleston, you're #winning. This mirror at The Republic reminded me of a men's room in Las Vegas.

If you’re in Charleston, you’re #winning. This mirror at The Republic reminded me of that.

Before I sign off, I have to acknowledge that this post is two weeks behind the power curve, but the good news is I’m catching up. Check back soon as I will be filling you in on my more recent adventures to Asheville, North Carolina, Pisgah National Park and Nashville, Tennessee where I will be for the next couple of days.

Until then, thanks for stopping by. Love the support!

P.S. – Did I miss anything? If so, don’t hesitate to leave me a comment for next time. I appreciate it…and more, you!

Columbia Cool

I said it before and I’ll say it again. If you think you’ll have the time, you won’t. Before embarking on my journey, I wanted nothing more than to journal my travels and keep you up-to-date with the thoughts, feelings and experiences  of my adventures. However, I’m finding it difficult to find the time. Ironic, seeing as though that’s all I have. There’s simply just so much out there and far too much curiosity along the way!

So although my intention was to give you a daily digest of the who’s, what’s, where’s, when’s and occasional why’s, I realized that it would be narcissistic (and borderline selfish) of me to break it down like that. Too trivial.

So, now that I have made it from Orlando to Columbia and on to Pisgah National Park just outside of Asheville, NC, with a day trip to Charleston, SC in between, I thought I’d catch you up on my time in Columbia as I recharge my batteries (both literally and figuratively) before I head to Alpharetta, GA on Wednesday for Phish.

Here are the highlights in chronological (but no particular) order:

Columbia, South Carolina:  They say People make the place and my time in Columbia proves it! My “friends-who-I-met-at-Wanee-that-became-family” extended Southern hospitality like I’ve never seen it before. Sure they showed me around and probably stepped outside the norm (and maybe their comfort zone?) to acquaint me with the area, but spending time, catching up, sharing laughs and meeting their friends were by far the best! The rest was just icing on the cake. Second to them (and their best friends Katie, Brian and someone who goes by the alias Maximus Omega), honorary mentions include:Congaree National Park

Congaree National Park: This low-lying flood plain and forest was the first of what I hope to be many National Parks I get to visit. Still searching for the Cooter (aka Pseudemys) though! HAHA!

 

Me on the Saluda River in Columbia, SC.

Me on the Saluda River in Columbia, SC.

Saluda River: One of three rivers that flow through Columbia, the Saluda was one of the cleanest and coolest white water rivers I’ve ever seen – perfect for sitting on the cool, rocky banks and reflecting. I should’ve braved it in a kayak.

 

 

 

Cock N' Bull Pub.

Cock N’ Bull Pub.

The Kraken Gastro Pub / Cock N’ Bull Pub: Two of my friends’ favorite watering holes, they exuded both local color (or lack thereof, if you know what I’m saying?) and charismatic charm of the people that frequent them. Good food too, like a duck quesadilla at Cock N’ Bull and a brined and braised Pork Belly accompanied with a micro-green and crab salad as well as the local favorite, proper Poutin, at The Kraken were welcomed indulgences.

 

 

 

The "STP" at Groucho's in Columbia

The “STP” at Groucho’s in Columbia

Groucho’s Deli – This not-so-New York-style deli, has been curing hangovers with its “dipper-style” subs since 1941. If you’re ever there, don’t skimp; Go for the STP (roast beef, turkey, smothered in Swiss Cheese) or The Apollo Dipper (hot ham, turkey and swiss cheese), both served with their famous Formula “45” dip. YUM!

 

Hunter-Gatherer, Columbia's only Brew Pub. Hunter-Gatherer Brewery and Alehouse: Hunter-Gatherer is one of two breweries in Columbia, and the only brew pub that offers a well-rounded selection of craft beer (brewed on site) and an impressive compliment of food pairings. Starting out, I ordered their IPA and Pimento Cheese Spread, followed a pale ale paired with the Smoked Chicken Ravioli. Their burgers looked legit too! It’s warm, cozy and unrefined. My kind of place!

 

Beer flight at Conquest.

Beer flight at Conquest.

Conquest: Conquest Brewing Company is the only tap room in Columbia. Only about 6-months into their production, they (I mean, humbled brew master) offered a balanced portfolio of regular and dry-hopped pilsners, a Pale Ale, regular and dry-hopped IPA and a Stout. Located just across the street from University of South Carolina’s Gamecock stadium, this is one to keep your eye on! Cheers, guys! Keep up the good work.

 

Pearlz Oyster Bar: What a night! Definitely a place to make it rain! Their seafood-focused menu is something to explore. We sampled a variety of oysters, regional catches like Tile Fish and Barrel Fish, dusted corn fritters and a few too many lively libations, like the Dark ‘n Stormy cocktail (Myers rum, limeade, and ginger) Holy hangover, Batman!Pearlz, where Brian and I made it rain! Did I mention it was the best send-off ever?!

Pizza Guy: This is a locals only joint, but still friendly for a visitor – but then again I was accompanied with regulars? Anywho, it’s one of the few (only?) bars in Columbia that serves up liquor starting at 7:00 a.m. Mike, the man behind the bar, makes a tasty bloody mary, but I had a mimosa (or two or three) and a stacked bacon, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich, both of which put me behind the power curve for the day.

Nothing says love like a home-cooked meal :)

Nothing says love like a home-cooked meal 🙂

If you know me then you’re probably not surprised that the highlights of this part trip are food-focused, and I haven’t even gotten to Charleston yet! But, my absolute favorite food experience during my stay in Columbia was the home-cooked meal my hosts made for me: Bacon-wrapped Venison tenderloin and kale chips. For a game-meat starved Florida boy, this was a real treat. Thank you, both! Delish!

 

So, aside from the state building, which still flies the Confederate Flag in the front lawn, an inside joke about neighborhood called Cottontown and a bike ride to Five Points, which is home Bone, Rugs and Harmony, a vintage consignment shop full of all kind of cool digs, this pretty much sums  up my stay in Columbia.They moved the "stars and bars" from the top of the capitol to the front lawn. WOW!

Next time, I’ll breakdown our time in Charleston, SC and fill you in on the fauna I found in Pisgah National Park. In the meantime, thanks for baring with me. If you need to live Vicariously Through.Me more often, find me on Facebook.

See ya there!