There are a few things I miss about Columbus – the free lunches at work, the ability to drive home for the weekend, and Hounddog’s Pizza. But my favorite thing to do in Columbus, hanging out with Tyler and Whitney, wouldn’t have been possible even if we had stayed in C-Bus.  Zach’s brother Tyler and his family moved out to Medford, Oregon in December and we went from seeing them almost weekly, to not seeing them for months.  Since our springtime travels in the southwest weren’t taking us near Oregon, we left Lucy in the Las Vegas airport oversized parking lot and flew up to Oregon.

Oregon has so many waterfalls!

It was great to see Tyler, Whitney, Sage and June again.  Our first weekend, we explored the town of Medford, stopping by the local Comic-Con and eating at a local brewery.  After lunch, Zach, Tyler, and I biked up the local mountain, Roxyann Butte.  As a cautious rider, I enjoyed the way up, on a wide gradual road, much more than the way down, on a narrow, steep, rocky trail.  I rode my brakes the entire time and the guys spent most of their time waiting for me.

Biking up the mountain

On Sunday, we travelled south to hike Pilot Rock.  Our driver missed the turn and we ended up in California for a few minutes before turning around (our 13th state of the trip!).  The hike started out easily enough but soon became difficult due to steep, icy sections of trail.  Considering we had a baby and a four-year-old with us, things went relatively well.  The trail ended at the actual Pilot Rock, a very steep volcano plug.  Whitney and I headed down with the kids while Zach and Tyler made the treacherous climb to the top.

Zach and Tyler made it to the top of Pilot Rock

Unfortunately, we all had to work during the week but still managed to find time for fun.  Their house had the perfect backyard for croquet.  We got a little creative with the course setup which made an antiquated English game relevant again.  We also went to multiple wineries, including one within walking distance from their house.

Great wine, food, and company!

Nearly every night we played a game after the kids went to bed.  I love board games but there’s not a ton of great options for two players.  Luckily, Tyler likes games almost as much as me and we could usually convince Zach and Whitney to play with us. Euchre, Super Smash Brothers, Mario Party, Pirate’s Cove and my favorite, Agricola were all played multiple times throughout the week.

No picture of us playing games, so one of me and the Rogue River instead

My imagination and creativity were stretched playing Superhero Princesses with Sage. We both fought girl-eating giants and made macaroni-and-cheese soup for the prince.  I liked to think I was one of June’s favorites back in Ohio but she always seemed to cry when I was around.  Even though she may not like me, she’s still one of my favorites.

June liked Zach a lot more than me

The second weekend in Medford, we headed north.  Unfortunately, all the hikes we had planned were still closed due to snow so we headed to Crater Lake National Park. There was so much snow there – I was surprised it was open!


The lake was breathtakingly beautiful and we didn’t let the piles of snow keep us from hiking.  There were obviously no trails visible so we followed the general rim of the lake, throwing snow balls, climbing up snow mounds and trying to jump as deep as possible into the snow.  Since we spent the past few months in the south, we hadn’t seen any snow.  I love winter so I was very happy to finally be surrounded by snow.

Crater Lake National Park

Before we knew it, Monday had arrived and it was time to fly back.  We had a great time visiting in Medford and are already trying to fit another visit in this fall. Thanks for hosting us Tyler and Whitney!


After wrapping up our two-week stint in Tucson, it was off to Phoenix. And, to be honest, I was looking forward to this stop least of our first months on the road. “What is there to do in Phoenix?” I prodded Liz. “Tons” she replied. And, as it turned out, we found enough to keep entertained. In retrospect, I shouldn’t be surprised, having grown up on Ohio entertainment for years.

A Phoenix sunset

It helped that our stay was broken into two pieces – a sandwich – with Phoenix serving as the sourdough bread around a hearty helping of Las Vegas roast beef and old commune mustard. The bottom slice was thin – a Tuesday thru Thursday in which we played bar trivia and recouped from our past weekend in the Guadalupe Mountains and Carlsbad Caverns.

Eating an actual sandwich

On Thursday, my 26th birthday, Liz and I headed up to Las Vegas to catch Bon Iver at the Hard Rock Café and Casino. It was Liz’s first time in Nevada, and, by extension, Las Vegas. In a city known for its entertainment – I didn’t expect we would be part of the show. However, leaving the casino hotel the next morning, we gave a man, self-proclaimed to have “traveled millions of miles” a good laugh. I guess I didn’t think anything of lugging our milk crate clothes cartons through the casino floor – but he claimed it was a first and insisted on a picture.

Cartons of clothes and this is what he wears

Friday night, we moved up The Strip to the iconic Mirage. After indulging in the unlimited beer and wine buffet, we took part in the cities most well know tradition – throwing our money at the casino fat cats. The next morning, not feeling I had done my part, I laid down two hundred clams on the Toronto Raptors to win the finals.

The Mirage

On the way out of town, we swung by the best dam site of our trip yet – the Hoover Dam. We didn’t have time to dilly-dally though as we had strict reservations that night at a run-down commune, Arcosanti. The ‘village’ didn’t disappoint. I booked the night because, after all, the goal of the trip was to not only see as much of the good ol’ US of A as possible, but to also experience its cultural breadth. The experimental town has about 60 permanent residents who live in and around a small complex of buildings designed by architect Paolo Soleri. The night we stayed, a surprisingly enjoyable drum show – a combination of both Japanese and Native American performers – pounded through the towns amphitheater.


The next morning, Easter Sunday, we headed back to Phoenix, driving directly to the Musical Instrument Museum. I think both Liz and I were thoroughly impressed with the museum’s collection – over 16,000 different instruments from around the world. Accompanying the instruments was a unique audio tour which played clips of music, native to the country’s exhibit you were standing near, into your headset.

An Octobass

Later that week we saw the XX, one of Liz’s favorite bands, perform is Mesa. The next day we met up with Matt and Will – who had just flown into town to run the Grand Canyon rim-to-rim-to-rim that weekend. And, after grabbing dinner with the two, met up with Liz’s parents who had just arrived in town.

~musical interlude~


The Sunday we got back to Phoenix, our laundry had been piling up and it was time to finally break down and run a few loads through the wash. While this had never been an issue in past accommodations – and the listing indicated a washer/dryer were available – we were in for a rude surprise when later that evening our ‘host’ lectured us for several minutes, repeating that we were to ‘not touch his stuff.’ It’s kind of hard not to touch someone’s stuff when you’re living in their house.

After that incident, we circled back on a conversation we had discussed for weeks prior to setting off on our journey, and ultimately decided it was time to buy a travel trailer. The past few spare bedroom’s we stayed in were off-putting. And, while we enjoyed the full-units we had occupied, we couldn’t afford to stay in one all the time.

So, most of our second week in Phoenix was spent discussing, planning and eventually purchasing a camper trailer. Up to this point we had been living in Airbnb’s. For those unfamiliar with the concept – Airbnb is a platform that allows folks with spare rooms, or even houses, to rent them out on a nightly basis to others. While the cost of renting an entire house or even hotel room can be very high – we had been able to afford the much lower rate usually charged by renting a spare bedroom (often around $50 a night.)

Once we made up our mind to buy a trailer, we hit the gas, checking out a few used trailers the first night, and buying a new one the next day. This sudden change of plans flipped the table on our months of planning. We had Airbnb’s reserved through the better part of the next three months. Luckily, most Airbnb’s have a pretty lax cancelation policy and we received almost all our deposits back.

Our new home!

Time will tell, but up to this point I haven’t regretted the purchase yet. That is, barring a few fleeting moments after I managed to shave its side on a gas station pump barrier the day we got it.


We drove into the Austin city limits Friday morning with a mixed sense of excitement and tension. For months now, Liz and I had poured over the schedule, searching and researching for the best bands, the most captivating talks, and the markedly interesting films. In the months leading up to SXSW (South By Southwest) new events were added nearly daily – making combing through a single day’s schedule take well over an hour. With so many events going on, spread across dozens of venues downtown, I knew I would have a constant fear of missing out on the best event at any one time.


The fear of missing out probably peaked Friday morning, as we waited, first in the badge pickup line, and then in the Express pass line to get guaranteed seats for an upcoming film starring Sam Eliot and Nick Offerman. It was in this time I also planned on attending my first session – a talk on machine learning and how artificial intelligence would change the world. Luckily –  as I would learn over the next week – discussions on artificial intelligence were not in short supply.

Ron Swanson!

Both Liz and I were afforded the opportunity to attend SXSW thanks to the generosity of our employer, CoverMyMeds, who footed the bill for our registration. And, thanks to their contribution and the fact that the rest of our co-workers were carrying on with their daily tasks, we felt obligated to attend industry-relevant talks during work hours. However, as I quickly learned, not a whole lot can be gained from an hour long talk. If you’re able to give a several sentence descriptions on the matter beforehand – it’s likely you won’t be getting much out of the talk. Instead, I found, by attending sessions only very loosely related to my daily work routine I was able to expand my horizons and get surface exposure to new topics like legal discourse when growing a technology company.

Lots of free food if you knew where to look

SXSW had more to offer than countless talks on artificial intelligence and healthcare meetups though. Over 1200 bands flocked to the city in the course of the festival – meaning every bar on 6th street had a full lineup. In the months leading up to SXSW, both Liz and I listened to countless new bands – trying to figure out what shows to attend. Unfortunately, many of the acts we already knew like Langhorn Slim, Spoon, and Sylvan Esso seemed to play at midnight or later. However, we were able to find plenty of new favorites that played at reasonable times – my favorite being Temples. We did make it to one big name – Garth Brooks. While I wouldn’t classify myself as a boot scootin’ cowboy, Garth playing nothing but his hits for nearly two hours was undoubtedly my favorite part of SXSW. Who knew I had the words to so many of his songs memorized?

Front row for Lewis Del Mar

After the conclusion of SXSW, we still had nearly a week to check out the area beyond the few square miles the conference covered. While we spent some of the time recouping, we still kept busy. Sunday, for example, we took a tour of Lyndon B Johnson’s family ranch, hiked Pedernales State Park, and met up with my cousin, Michael, who treated us to mucho Mexican food at Chuys.

River crossing in Pedernales State Park

To anyone thinking about visiting Austin, I’d highly recommend it! Be sure to hit up Zilker, a picturesque park next to downtown that boasts hiking trails, running paths, and a unique swimming pool built into the nearby creek. After you’ve built up an appetite, fill up with the bar-b-que Austin is known for or Chilatro – a mouth water Korean bar-b-que option.

Barton Springs

My only regret is not being in town for Austin City Limits. I guess we’ll just have to make our way back to Austin again sometime (on our way back to Big Bend).


Although sad to leave Big Bend, we had a lot to look forward to in Tucson! Both my mom and Zach’s parents would be there for our first week in the city.  My mom was in town for a triathlon camp put on by Dimond (the company my brother works for) and the Serafini’s came out to Arizona to check out the desert (and see us).

The Cymanski-Serafini gang

We got a very nice house for all of us to stay in.  It had a large yard and a swimming pool which was a bit too cold to swim in.  We each did our own things during the day and then spent the evenings together.  Zach and I spent our days working.  Don and Lori spent their days sightseeing.  My mom spent her days swimming, biking and running.  I was lucky enough to take an extra-long lunch break and swim with her one day.  My mom will forever be my favorite swimming partner.

My first time swimming in 7+ months

Although Arizona is in the mountain time zone, it doesn’t observe daylight’s saving so we were three hours behind the east coast.  That meant waking up before 6 am and as anyone who knows me knows, I’m not a morning person.  The upside to getting an early start is that we were done working around 2 pm, leaving us plenty of daylight for exploring.

Hiking in Saguaro National Park after work

Our first week in Tucson went by way too quickly and before I knew it, my mom was heading back to Ohio.  Luckily I knew I would be seeing her in a month so goodbye wasn’t too bad.  Don and Lori stuck around for the weekend and we all went backpacking in Saguaro National Park.

A big (and old) saguaro!

It was nice to backpack with people.  As much as I like Zach, it was fun to have others to talk to and play Euchre with.  Excluding a minor mishap where the water filter wasn’t working (we luckily had brought enough water with us that we didn’t need to filter any) it was a very successful trip.  The saguaro’s really are magnificent.

It got chilly up on the mountain

We took advantage of the next week in Tucson to relax.  We had backpacked the past two weekends and were planning on backing the next weekend as well, so we needed some down time.  We still managed to explore Tucson – visiting the Sonora Desert Museum, driving up Mt. Lemmon and going on a few trail runs.  We got dinner with Vasanth, a CoverMyMeds co-worker who recently moved to Tucson, and his fiancé.

It was tough driving up Mt. Lemmon – I can’t believe my mom rode her bike up it!

Since before we started the trip, the background on my phone has been a picture very similar to the header photo for this post.   I was super excited for the Southwest and Tucson delivered.  It’s a beautiful city, surrounded by mountains and countless varieties of cacti.  We had a relaxing, nature-filled two weeks and were able to spend quality time with family.  What more could you ask for?

San Antonio

Friday afternoon we headed west from New Orleans.  The original plan for the weekend was to go backpacking at Big Thicket National Preserve but there were some problems logistically and I read some disturbing stats on venomous snakes in the area.  I grew up a very nervous child, afraid of snakes, spiders, house fires, burglars, the dark, etc.  I’ve mostly outgrown those fears, mainly by forcing myself into uncomfortable situations, but the Houston Space Center provided a good excuse for skipping the snake infested thicket of Eastern Texas.

Space Center Houston

Being an astronaut had been a pipe dream of mine until I watched Gravity and swore off space travel.  After visiting the Space Center, I had a change of heart; if NASA came to me and said they needed me to go to Mars, I would.  From Saturn V, the tallest, heaviest, and most powerful rocket ever to operate to the Boeing 747 that flew  space shuttles across the country on its back, there were some pretty awe-inspiring artifacts at the center.

Saturn V – 363 feet tall, 3.5 million pounds

In addition to visiting all 59 National Parks, we’re trying to stop by other areas owned by the National Park Service. So, on Sunday, we headed to the San Antonio Missions National Historic Park (NPS manages 417 pieces of land so we won’t be getting to all of them any time soon).  The Spanish built 5 missions in the San Antonio area in the early 1700’s to keep the French, English, and hostile Native Americans out of their territory.   We went on an informative, ranger-led tour of Mission San Jose but I felt a little deceived because only one small building is an original.  The rest are reconstructed based on what archeologists think it looked like.  I don’t understand how Europe has so many ancient buildings but we can’t even preserve buildings from the 1700’s.

The reconstructed San Jose Mission

We spent less than 5 days in San Antonio and a majority of the hours were spent working or sleeping so I didn’t get a great feel for the city.  We hit up the obvious attractions – the Alamo, the River Walk, Tower of the Americas but didn’t have time for much else.

San Antonio at night

The Alamo was okay but having already visited a mission, which I thought more interesting, it didn’t seem like something to nickname the city after.  I understand that it’s the spirit of the Alamo that is celebrated more so than the physical location.  But between the giant gift shop, the decrepit, empty church and the museum that was way too wordy, it was kind of a letdown.  It feels wrong to say less than positive things about a ‘Shrine to Texas Liberty’ but the Alamo wasn’t anything to write home about.

Unimpressed by the Alamo

The River Walk is a cool concept but there’s not much to it other than lots of restaurants and lots of tourists.  We got dinner at a TexMex restaurant which was nice enough. I was told I needed to take a boat tour to really get a feel for it, but I didn’t, so maybe that’s what I was missing.

The River Walk packed with tourists 

Tower of the Americas is San Antonio’s less iconic version of the Space Needle.  You can pay $12 for a ride to the observation deck or visit the restaurant at the top which has great views and allows you to go to the observation deck for free.  The Chart House Restaurant is a bit pricy for our budget but has some great happy hour deals that we took advantage of.   It’s no Sears Willis Tower (it’s the 27th tallest building in Texas; I saw it advertised as the tallest building in Texas outside of Dallas and Houston (only if you include its antenna)) but the views were good enough for me.

Not a bad view

If you’ve gotten to this point in the blog, it probably sounds like I have a pretty negative view of San Antonio.  And while I didn’t love the Alamo or the River Walk, I overall had a good time in the city, mostly thanks to our lodging.  All of our previous Airbnb’s had been a room in someone’s house, but here we had our own carriage house in the owner’s backyard.  The hardest part of the trip has been not having our own space, other than a bedroom, so it was really nice to have some room to spread out.

Homemade chicken and asparagus

Like I said earlier, we didn’t spend much time in San Antonio and I think that was a big contributor to my indifference to the city.  Luckily in our next three cities, Austin, Tucson, and Phoenix, we’ll be staying for two weeks each.

Mardi Gras

Well it’s been nearly three weeks since we’ve left New Orleans. I’ve found it a lot harder to keep pace with these updates than I thought it would be. Even though I’m writing half or less of em’, there’s just always so many other things to do. When you’re in a city for a week, sometimes less, every night not out absorbing as much as possible feels wasted. Yet, at the same time, without taking the time to stop and reflect it can easily become a blur. What were we doing a month ago? Heck, what did we do last night? Be warned – the rest of this post has been written almost three weeks and three cities ago, so its contents may be altered, misremembered, or flat out made up.

To say I didn’t plan part of the first few months of our trip around being in New Orleans over Mardi Gras would be a lie. After all, the goal of this trip, at least for myself, is to absorb the culture, beauty, and diversity of the United States from every angle and there aren’t many cultural events more iconic than Mardi Gras.

However, an unexpected pit-stop for an appendectomy in Mississippi left me ill equipped to handle the Bourbon Street crowds. Luckily, there’s more to the festival than the late night stupor. For weeks, parades close down streets and command throngs of tailgaters, much like an OSU game day in Columbus. Liz and I attended one of the parades, a several hour long stream of floats, each dedicated to a pop culture celebrity of the past, including Marilyn Monroe, Abe Lincoln, and Elvis. All faux celebrities threw beaded plastic necklaces in lieu of candy. Half way through, I had enough necklaces to cause a slight pain in the shoulders under their weight.

Beyond the parades, walking the French Quarter offered an unmatched opportunity for people watching. Coffee and beignets at Café Du Monde gave us a great vantage point to observe the hordes. Being new to town, Liz and I went plain-clothed, unaware most attend dressed head to toe in colorful and unique costumes (although given Liz’s aversions to Halloween, I doubt knowing would have made a difference in her dress.)

We tried to spend as much time as possible outside the confines of our rented room. Not only because we wanted to absorb as much of NOLA as possible, but also because the house made us a little uneasy. From the wheezing, homely, lap dog that stared us down while we ate, to the disheveled counters, it was hard to feel settled.

Looking back, I’m glad we included New Orleans in our itinerary, although I don’t feel a need to head back any time soon. To those looking to make the trip themselves, I’d recommend hitting up the NOLA classics; grabbing a coffee at Café Du Monde and strolling down Bourbon Street.

Miami – An Intervention

Alright Miami, it’s time we had a talk. Your masked insecurities are coming off as pretentious elitism.

I get it. You were built on a swamp. Now you are worried your Mar-A-Lago POTUS is failing to acknowledge climate change, and that might put you back under water. However, that’s no excuse to charge over ten bucks in tolls to drive from one side of town to the other. And, while we’re on the topic of traffic, do you really need massive light up signs to remind drivers that running over the plastic dividers in the road is illegal? Perhaps, by solving your constant congestion, the issue would work itself out.


South Beach around sunset

I don’t mean to berate you Miami. There are redeeming qualities! Lo De Lea Argentinian Grill, for example, makes a mean skirt steak with generous wine portions at a reasonable rate. Also, Concrete Beach Brewery created a great atmosphere by placing their service bar in the middle of open-space indoor/outdoor seating that offers a full view into the production facility. However, I’m a little concerned its Wyndham neighborhood drank a little too much of the Stiltsville Pilsner and is having trouble walking the fine line between hip and sketchy.


Skirt Steak at Lo De Lea

C’mon Miami. Your income disparity is the largest of all major US cities. Do you really need an endless stream of Lamborghini’s parading by the man sleeping in the bus stop? Should iced coffee really be served in a martini glass? No. No, it shouldn’t.

Those who have taken their talents to South Beach have packed up and left. It’s time to take a long hard look inward and ask yourself ‘Is this the best me, Miami?’

Siesta Key

What could be better than sipping margaritas next to your grandpa every night? How about watching the sunset over the Florida gulf at the same time? Or maybe floating in a 90 degree pool with a drink in one hand and a crab claw in the other? 


The past two weeks have been about as relaxing as could be (if it weren’t for the 40 hour work weeks.) While we may not have left Siesta Key with the most captivating pictures and videos, we did leave refreshed and relaxed.


Our first week in Siesta Key we hit up a few local favorites including El Toro Bravo for some authentic Mexican food, Captain Kirks for world famous clam chowder, and Gilligans for a beer. One evening, after work, we kayaked the inlet behind our condo, exploring the mangrove trees. I have never been much of ornithologist myself, but bird watching around the mangroves was worth the trip alone. Among the fowl were pelicans, egrets, herons, and osprey.


On Friday, we headed up to Sarasota for a marine boat tour at the MOTE aquarium, where we learned all about the lives of the seafood we later consumed at the sushi bar. Saturday, we headed to Myakka State Park for Liz’s first wildlife alligator encounter. Then, drove up to Zephyrhills where we caught up with Liz’s Grandma Linda and Great Aunt Donna and were treated to some tasty Ruby Tuesday’s.


Sunday, we stopped by the Siesta Key beach, voted Americas #1 beach on Tripadvisor (I guess its better known for sand than surf – Liz and I were the only two in the water.) After toweling off, we drove up to my Uncle Bill’s house to celebrate the Superbowl ©® the American way – eating way too much and washing it down with Miller Light.


The next week was spent doing more of the same – sunsets and beach. Later in the week, my Great Uncle Bill captained his seaworthy pontoon down to Casey Key Fish House where he entertained the patio with his docking attempts and my stomach with a mouthwatering grouper sandwich. The two weeks we spent in Siesta Key were perfect and I’m sure we’ll make it back at some point in the future!



What a whirlwind of a weekend! Friday, after putting in a hard day’s work from the Black Tap coffee house in downtown Charleston, Liz and I made the six hour drive down to sunny Orlando. Unfortunately, the sun didn’t play its reputed role. In fact, I witnessed a lot of folks bundled up in gloves, scarves, and winter coats to bare the mid 50’s weather.


We spent our nights with the Beck family, who graciously opened their house to us. Both mornings we were treated to a full spread yogurt and oatmeal bar Andrea prepared. However, other than sleeping and breakfast, we didn’t spend any time hanging around the house. There were just too many things to see and do!


Early Saturday morning we headed to “The Happiest Place On Earth” (someone should have told the crying kids.) It was Liz’s first time to Disney and my first in over 15 years, so having our own personal Disney sherpa, Evan Beck, was a godsend. Evan knew every ride and restaurant, allowing us to see more of the park than I could have imagined. A few of my park favorites include Splash Mountain, the Carousel of Progress, and Space Mountain. However, I think the most memorable experience was the Once Upon A Time show. The program involved unbelievably powerful projectors shining onto the iconic Cinderella’s Castle, making it appear to change texture and shape, all while beloved Disney characters climbed and flew their way about the castle.


With Sunday morning came rain. That didn’t stop Liz, Lauren, Evan and I from taking advantage of the free tickets Lauren got us for Universal Studios. The rain, along with low temperatures, kept lines short. I doubt we waited more than 20 minutes for even the most popular rides. Most of the crowd that did show up arrived in their wizarding cloaks, looking to explore Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade (for the muggles out there, these are Harry Potter locations.) While the Harry Potter world was enjoyable, my favorite rides were the ‘3D coasters’. They were unlike any other amusement park ride I’ve experienced – a mash up roller coaster, 3D movie experience that places riders into the middle of hit movies like Transformers and King Kong.


As if that weren’t enough for one weekend, after Universal, Liz and I made the drive down to Siesta Key Sunday night. It was certainly one of the most jam-packed weekends I’ve experienced in a while. Although I enjoyed every moment of it, I’m looking forward to relaxing and sipping margaritas beachside for the next two weeks. Thanks again to the Becks for all of their hospitality!


When we first arrived in Charleston, I was a little skeptical about the city and couldn’t remember why we decided the spend two weeks here.  I hadn’t spent much time in the south and didn’t have a great opinion of the region.   I was looking forward to visiting the Southwest and felt like we were wasting our time in the Southeast.

It turns out I really like Charleston.  I like the ocean and marshes, I like the houses built on stilts with the steps climbing up to the porch, I like the breweries, I like the colorful, old buildings, I like the lack of traffic.  By the end of the two weeks, I was sad to leave the city.


One of the many interesting buildings in Charleston

My goal for 2017 is to run 1,000 miles so we’ve been running almost every day.  We ran on the beach, across the Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge, around our neighborhood.  My favorite was the bridge – it’s 2.5 miles, uphill each way and both times we ran the sun was preparing to set and the sky was beautiful.  I look forward to get my remaining 925 miles in at many exciting places in the coming months.


Running on the beach


Watching the sunset under the bridge


We stayed about fifteen minutes from downtown, so we didn’t spend a lot of time in the heart of Charleston.  We did go to an improv show as part of the Charleston Comedy Festival.  It wasn’t memorable – on our walk to the car afterwards we could only recall 3 of the 10+ skits.  Downtown is full of history and well dressed people.


Selfie at the Waterfront Park

On Saturday, we traveled down to Savannah to see Katie, my friend from West Point.  I hadn’t seen Katie in four years so it was great to catch up while exploring Savannah.  We stopped in Beaufort, SC on the way back to Charleston but didn’t stay long due to heavy rain and a tornado watch.



The food and drinks in Charleston were amazing.  I don’t know if I’ve been going to the wrong places my whole life, but I’ve never consistently had food this good.  Our favorite restaurant was Jack of Cups – a dive bar in Folly Beach. It has amazing jalapeno pierogies (and I don’t even like jalapenos).  We visited Tradesman Brewery three times, each visit I was more impressed than the last.  For such a small brewery, they have a huge selection of delicious beers.

Jalapeno pierogies

Southern history is such an interesting and conflicting thing.  We stayed in a neighborhood called Secessionville Acres. Down the street was Fort Lamar, where the Confederates, outnumbered three to one, fought off the Union soldiers and ‘saved’ Charleston.  We visited Fort Sumter, where the first shots the Civil War occurred.  I have a lot of pride about where I’m from. I am proud of all of Ohio’s history, its presidents, astronauts, and inventors, its sports teams in both good times and bad.  I think being from somewhere with a more troubled history would prove difficult.


Fort Sumter National Monument

Here’s a video of our time in South Carolina.  Neither of us have any experience in videography or editing, but hopefully our skills will improve over time. The plan is to make a video about once a month.

We’re off to Florida for 3+ weeks – looking forward to the sunny weather, the national parks and seeing alligators from a safe distance.