Crossing the Ravenel

Charleston South Carolina is one of my favorite places to visit. I've been there 3 times in the last 13 months. I have dear friends there, transplants from Indiana, who are not only super fun, but also super generous and welcoming and willing to host me when I visit.

As much as I love to visit them, I also love the Charleston vibe. The food, the history, the ships... it is intoxicating. I also love the Ravenel Bridge.

I won't bore you with the history of the bridge, how it was built, or any other of my usual lecturing because, though I often forget myself, this is a running blog.

It's enough to say that the bridge is an iconic piece of the Charleston landscape. So much so that when I tell people of my visits to the city, they ask if I've run over the bridge. Not what restaurants I made it to, or what interesting people I met, what history I saw, or if I got to sail. Always the bridge.

I've run the city a few times and love it. But I'd never really considered running the bridge. I think mostly because I was usually in the city, and running the bridge would require a kinda silly over-and-back... crossing just for the sake of crossing.

On Thanksgiving weekend, however, 3 events cam together to offer a natural opportunity to run the Ravenel.

First, I needed to get a 10-miler in over the weekend.

Second, completely by chance, rather than staying at my friends' house, we all dog- and house-sat for friends of theirs on Sullivan's Island. Roughing it in a few-million-dollar beach house is how my friends roll.


Third, we were slated to crew a sailboat race on Saturday.

Combining these I had a reason to run from Sullivan's Island to Charleston, over the Ravenel.

So, early-ish on Saturday morning I left the beach house and made it as far as across the street. I hadn't visited the beach yet, and since it was our last day house-sitting, I figured it was my last chance.

Beach.

It was lovely, but I had a long way to go and I was kinda in a pinch for time, so a couple pix and I was gone.

That's the bridge, way off in the distance...

I ran pretty much the entire length of Sullivan's Island, but I didn't take the time to notice anything. I was trying to get into a rhythm, going over my route in my head, and I was just a touch hung over. Just a touch. So I didn't even think to look for any of the cool sites like the Edgar Allan Poe library that's a converted bunker. I just plowed through the island.

To get from Sullivan's island to the mainland (Mount Pleasant), you take a "connector" with is, I think, southern for "long, straight, flat except for one drawbridge, road over swap land, consistently with a stiff head wind.

Connector pano... this is the most interesting bit.

 It was nice, for about 2 minutes... of a 20 minute crossing. But, there was an unusual, uhm... thing on the connector...

Possum with memorial

Yes, that's a possum. A dead possum. With flowers, an offering of Oreo's, a vigil candle, and a note. The note says:

 "To our friend! You were a great mom!!! #BlackFriday shoping accidend. Sorry little Opossum friend"

Uhm... 3 things...

1. Creepy as hell
2. also very sweet, little kids honoring the poor beast
3. are we using hashtags in memorial notes now?

A little shutter to shake off the heebie-jeebies and I was back on my way.

After the connector, on a long stretch to the base of the bridge, I realized that in my hurry to get going, I'd forgotten to take on water. I like a good pint glass full before I head out. I realized it because it was hot, and sunny, and I was really thirsty. I'd survive, but I wasn't enjoying it.

A few more minutes cursing my thirst, and a few more minutes deeper into Mount Pleasant, I was pretty deep into suburbia. There were way more cars, the occasional street to cross, a running store with a water cooler set outside, a restaurant that smelled of... WAIT! What?! What was that last thing...

Sweet baby Poseidon!... Water!

I know lots of running stores serve our community on weekends with a simple cooler of water, but this one was right when and where I needed it! Next time I'm in town, I'll be stopping by Blue Sky Endurance to stock up on some gear... you totally should, too.

Properly hydrated, at about mile 7, I made it to the Ravenel. It's... longer than it looks...

But it is a spectacular run. The pedestrian way is wide and clean. And there were WAY more people out for a bridge walk than I'd expected.

The up hill is about half of that 2.5 miles, leveling out the closer you are to the midpoint. And the view is gorgeous.

This little pano doesn't do the view from the midpoint justice.

The down-slope into downtown Charleston is, and I apologize for the pun, a little anticlimactic. With the Copper River behind you, your view is pretty much industrial shoreline. But that's to be expected. Charleston is a busy sea port. The breeze also picked up as the wind was funneled down, and I got pelted with tiny bits of stone that were tossed into the air by passing cars. That only lasted a couple minutes, though, and soon I was headed down Bay Street. I picked up the pace for the last half mile or so.

When my GPS clicked over to 10 miles. Feeling immensely proud of myself (I hadn't run 10 miles at once in ages), I had little time to congratulate myself. I needed to get to the sailboat for the race! But first I needed food. I normally don't like to eat after a long run, but with a sail ahead of me, I knew I had to eat now, or it would be hours before I had a chance.

Just before I stopped, I'd passed East Bay Deli. I doubled-back to there, got a breakfast burrito (B+) and an OJ, and got moving again.

I had 14 minutes to find, and than catch the water taxi.

Yes, that's a real thing.

Aboard the water taxi.

For a few dollars, a boat takes you across the harbor. Or you can buy an all-day pass and ride back and forth.

As you can see from the picture everyone was bundled up. It was pretty chilly on the water, especially in running shorts and a running shirt. Luckily, it was a short ride, even with the intermediate stop at the stern of the USS Yorktown.

USS Yorktown, a retired aircraft carrier.
I highly recommend the tour.

During the stop I chatted with the first mate on the taxi. She knew the boat I was going to be sailing on. She knew the captain. She also knew my friends... had dog sat for them even. Charleston is a small town... that's easy to forget sometimes.

Anyway, I made it to the dock just as my friends and sister and sister-in-law arrived. We sailed, we raced, I learned a ton about flying a spinnaker. The only casualty was a brand new Sperry shoe. Not mine, another crew member's, thought there is a 50% that my foot knocked it off his foot while we were tacking.

SV Celadon 

Crossing the bridge was a thrill... way more fun than I'd expected. And I have to admit, that every time I see the bridge now, I think to myself (and sometimes say out loud) I ran across that bridge.

After the sail, we went back to the beach house, I showered, and we ate and drank at Poe's Tavern.

Thanks to the Howard's, and Deb and Laura, and to Capt. Steve for letting us sail with him and his crew. I can't wait to go back!

Laura, Deb, Robin Howard, and me.
Bill was doing something we probably should have been helping him with.

Good running,
Doug