So, I must admit, it was tough to hear and read all about the snow we were having back home while we were at the beach in the cold, dreary rain. Sure, the forecast for the Charleston area was for snow, too, but, really? Snow at the beach? What were the odds?
Well, it happened! The last snow in Charleston was in 1989, so we were here for the recordbooks. We went to bed Friday night to heavy snowfall and woke up the next morning to 2 beautiful inches of the white stuff. With temperatures on the way up, we hurried outside to play in the snow, made snow angels and a snow girl, then drove to the beach to check it out. Definitely not covered in snow, but still cool to see snow and sand together. Jack had braved the blizzard-y roads (or foolishly defied all odds) and driven through the night to join us, so it was a fun day for everyone.
After we played, we had a yummy shrimp lunch at Buddy Roes, did some Valentine's shopping, then hit Sullivan's for a late night seafood dinner. Kinsey was so whooped, she fell asleep sitting up at the table. Phew!
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