My vacation posts are waning but I’ve saved one of my favorite experiences for a two-part finale. 

There is this really striking bridge in Charleston. We’ll call it the Charleston bridge. (It actually connects Charleston and Mt. Pleasant. Where Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively recently, secretly married.) Early in the week my mom indicated she’d like to walk across the bridge by saying “I’d like to walk across the bridge.”

Her subtext is exhausting.

The week wore on and push came to mom. So, being the super daughter that I am, I agreed to go. (Ahem. Amanda. Ahh-hhem.) And I am even more super glad that I did. The views were overlook-y.  My littlest, tiniest friend had a great time. But the bridge. The bridge was just cool.

Now, Philadelphia has some nice bridges. Old, east coast behemoth types named after Benjamin Franklin and the like. But this southern gent was clean with modern lines. Hell, it was even white. (In the clean sense, not the racist sense.)

And at it’s Mt. Pleasant foot there was a pier. A pier I say. We’ll call it the Mt. Pleasant pier. And man oh man was it ever mount.

I kid. It was pleasant! It had a park, a playground, swings, really clean bathrooms, an ice cream shop and Job. (He met us there.)

The whole lot of it - the walk, the bridge, the pier was one of those unexpected vacation gems. You know the ones where someone you’re vacationing with drags you somewhere you don’t really want to go but then it turns out awesome and you’re totally glad you weren’t a total jerk about going in the first place because then you can claim the awesomeness as your own.

Good thing I said I wanted to walk that bridge…