I biked through Charleston, South Carolina yesterday.

This is one more place that I have just had to suck it up, more or less close my eyes to all the interesting things there are to see, and just ride.  I actually have about half a rant post written about the lamentable incompatibility of long distance bicycle touring and sightseeing.  I’ll tone it down some and put it up before the end of the trip.

The bottom line- you tend to see the stuff that is next up down the road.  Like this.

So I’m west of Charleston this morning headed for somewhere near Beaufort (common name in the Carolinas, apparently).

Maybe I’ll spend the night on Parris Island.  In any event, tonight I’ll be about 30 miles/50 kilometers from the South Carolina/Georgia state line, and the next to last state on the trip.

What?  No anchovies?