We had several days left in Charleston, the hurricane was dumping rain, and I'd been warned to ride Bee as little as possible. I posted in a Facebook group for lady riders, asking if anyone in town could put us up for a couple of nights. Someone referred me to the group North America Biker Rescue, and from there we got an invitation from Jene, a biker just a few miles out of town.
Rogue and I stayed in the hotel room until check-out, not excited to go out into the pouring rain and navigate the lake that the parking lot had become. Fortunately there was a break in the rain that allowed us a peaceful stroll around the complex across the street and into the North Charleston Fire Museum.
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