Church creek to Charleston

Only sixteen miles a quick hop and we would be there. We knew there were thunderstorms forcast and as we motored down river the humidity and gathering clouds didn't look so good. We exchanged a few words with Bob and Diane who we had met in the Bahamas, they were in a boatyard waiting for some spare parts to fix their boat. We didn't stop but rushed on to catch the 11oclock opening of the next bridge. By the time we got though the bridge it was obvious there was a thunder storm coming our way lightening flashed all around as we crossed the cooper river estuary, 30knot winds and rain like stair rods. Lizzie wisely hid below, Vince's boat is built for sun and there is little protection .  It was scary . In a lull we decide moor kinky turtle on the marina fuel pontoon, two goes gets her secure and we retire below, cold, very wet, and relieved. Here is the radar pic of the storm.