Ship Wrecked

July 4th with Matt has always been memorable. This year was no different.

We hit the waters in our boat. The day started off very relaxing as we were trolling down the inlet, trying to catch anything but seaweed. After an unsuccessful rainy hour of fishing, we decided to go find a nice spot to picnic. Off we go exploring.

The waters of Charleston are unfamiliar to us both so after some sight seeing, we came up on Caepers Island. We were thrilled to know from the looks of it, we would have all of Caepers to ourselves. Didn't bother asking why. We pulled up and tied off to the dock and away we went with cooler in hand. After a 20 minute hike we came across an enormous Oak Tree that was calling our names. We sat and enjoyed our lunch then decided it was time to get back.

As we approached the boat, it didn't appear to be rocking in the water, didn't think too much about it. As we got closer we realized why, it was sitting it nothing but Pluff Mud, and absolutely no water. We looked at one another and started to laugh. That explains why no one else was leaving footprints on this island. They new better. The tides were something we weren't used to growing up on a Lake.

With nothing more to do, we turned back and decided to go check out all that this island had to offer. We figured we would walk to the ocean take a dip and by the time we got back, the tide would be up and home we would sail. Yeah....about an hour into our quest for the ocean we came across the local inhabitants of the island. If you have ever seen the movie "Attack Of The Killer Bees", it looked like we were on set for the sequel, "Attack Of The Man Eating Mosquito's". There were thousands and I am not exaggerating, each and every one honed in on us as if we were the first sight of blood in months. Matt and I went running in the direction of the water but the swarm just thickened. We had no other choice but to turn back. After about 5 minutes we were in the clear again. All we were left with, were smears of blood all over us (again, no exaggeration). All I wanted to do was get back to the boat and rinse this savageness off of me. Did I mention the 3 alligators we crossed paths with?

Once we arrived at the dock, we glance out into the inlet and what do we see, SHARKS patrolling the waters by our boat. We counted about 8 that were apparently on a feeding frenzy because there tails were thrashing the waters in front of us. With no shade, no chance of rinsing off, no sunscreen, and only drops of water left to drink, Matt radios in to find out what time we could expect high tide. At this point it was 3pm. We had already spent 3 hours on this island and the voice comes through and says "8 o clock captain". That's right, 5 hours to go. So the two of us made ourselves comfortable, blood stained skin and all. Matt is laying in the floor of the boat, his only chance of shade and I decided to get a tan. Bad idea!!!! Ouch!!!!

The tide was up enough for us to pull out by 5 pm. When we returned home only to discover our air conditioner was broken and our house was a steamy 91 degrees.

The best part was, through all of this, we spent most of the day in laughter. I find that I enjoy almost anything if its quality time together. It can turn even a day like this into a great memory. It truly was a great day, even though we found ourselves Ship Wrecked.