Storm in Charleston Harbor

One of the beauties of cruising is that life is still unfolding with new "firsts", not all of them positive. In Charleston, we had our first close up and personal storm at anchor. Just at sunset, the sky darkened and vicious black clouds bubbled skyward. Lightening flashed everywhere, from cloud to cloud and sky to earth and water. We sat through it, Cookie with a flashlight and fire extinguisher within reach, and Rick, keys in the ignition, standing on the top stairs in the companionway, watching for boats dragging anchor in high winds that were predicted, but thankfully never materialized. Still, it was enough of a blood stirring adventure to add to our growing collection of crusiing firsts.