When Bill Clinton said, "It's the economy, stupid," we doubt he knew that phrase would still be uttered regularly by pundits and spinmeisters some two decades later. But the truth is Slick Willie's bon mot is as appropriate as ever. And right now, when it comes to the Holy City, the economy is looking a little bit of alright. In fact, it seems like every day some new biz is opening up shop in Charleston or expanding its operations here. Things are certainly on the rise. That said, we're not exactly back to a pre-Great Recession world just yet. And so that's why this year we're bringing you the Rich Bastard-Poor Schmuck Summer Guide. In it we've got a happy mix of higher-priced activities and cheaper good times, from charter boats and kayaks to water parks and public pools to the PGA Championship at Kiawah and local disc golf courses. Enjoy.
For 30 years, Rick Hiott worked on cars, but 10 years ago he tossed away the monkey wrench and picked up a captain's hat. "Now I am a full-time fishing guide, and I couldn't be happier," he says. — Evan Berke
Ralph Earhart was an avid motor boater for 15 years. He loved the waters around Charleston. But there was one thing about his motor boat that really ticked him off. His was always on the fritz. That may be all well and good for rich bastards, but it wasn't fine for Earhart. "I gave the boat to the repairman and said, 'Take it. I don't ever want to see it again,'" he says. — Elizabeth Estochen
Robert Lavarnway wants to clear up a common misconception about rock climbing — one that'll save all of you poor schmucks from having to buy a pair of dumbbells and a case of Beefcake protein powder. "Most people incorrectly think that they have to have good upper body strength to climb. Climbing should be about 70 percent legs and 30 percent arms," Lavarnway, the outdoor recreation coordinator for climbing programs for the Charleston County Park and Recreation Commission, says. "That being said, climbing is like a puzzle. A climber looks for the optimal place to put their feet and hands and then has to decide how to move off of that position." — Deanna Kerley
Amanda Hamilton became a roller coaster fiend thanks to her childhood friend, Alex Bransford. And even when they weren't at a park riding coasters, they were obsessed with the fast-and-furious thrill rides. "We would play Roller Coaster Tycoon all day," Hamilton says. They would even watch videos about coasters. "We would get really close to the TV and pretend we were riding the roller coaster," Hamilton says. "I was terrified." Growing up, she often went to Six Flags over Georgia. "Batman was my favorite when I was younger because your feet dangled free." — Amelia Thomson
Bob Ley lives a double life. By day, he is a computer programmer, and by night he is a disc golfing fanatic. Ley first began disc golfing three years ago after he had undergone ankle surgery and was in the process of recovering. "I liked to be competitive, and I was trying to find something to do to start exercising again and get back in shape," he says. — Deanna Kerley
Herb Whetsell, the Charleston Municipal Golf Course general manager, started golfing later in his life. An ex-police officer for the city, he first began golfing in his 30s when friends from the department invited him to play. But in 2000, Whetsell saw that there was an opening for a manager at the Muni and retired from the police department to pursue his dream job. Like most golf enthusiasts in the area, Whetsell is looking forward to the PGA Championship at Kiawah Island Golf Resort. "People are really starting to get excited about it," he says. "It is something good for Charleston. A lot of people don't realize how big it is. There are a lot of big names. It's a big deal." — Deanna Kerley
If you're feeling outdoorsy, but don't want to sleep on the ground, Carolina Heritage Outfitters on the Edisto River has three treehouses just for you. — Elizabeth Estochen
Not everyone can afford to post up in an Edisto treehouse and tweet about how they're becoming one with nature. For those of us who want to get their outdoor adventure on but don't want to break the bank, camping is a pretty cheap option. — Elizabeth Estochen
This year Patriots Point mixes it up. Instead of shooting off fireworks from the deck of the USS Yorktown, they'll be offering the paying public the chance to watch the action from the aircraft carrier. — Evan Berke
Music festivals usually consist of three to four days of sweat, body odor, drugs, sun burns, non-perishable survival food, drugs, overpriced water bottles, overflowing porta-johns, unbearable heat, STDs, and, oh and did we mention, drugs? For many festival-goers, these weekenders end up turning into the best party they've been to. Which may or may not have something to do with the drugs. Of course, as anybody knows, the bigger music festivals are not for the poorest of the poor schmucks — that is unless you got a little something-something to trade. — Evan Berke
The biggest problem with being a poor schmuck is, well, you're a poor schmuck who just can't seem to scrounge up enough money to buy what it takes to make you truly happy for once and for all — you know, like a 75-foot yacht, a mansion in the mountains, a staff of illegal immigrants to take care of all of your household chores, and your own personal Gringotts. Fortunately, you can find good vibes for cheap, at least around these parts. Like Charleston County Park and Recreation's annual Reggae Nights Summer Concert Series. — Evan Berke
So you've always wanted to wakeboard, but every time you jump in the water behind a boat you never seem to be able to get up on your feet. Fortunately, learning how to stand up on two skis just got a lot easier thanks to Trophy Lakes and their newly installed Cablebahn, a zipline-like device high above the heads of skiers, wakeboarders, and kneeboarders that keeps them on their feet, giving them the opportunity to practice their skills without being dragged behind a boat. — Amelia Thomson
Picture this: After a long, cold winter you're finally back in your lifeguard chair. The sun is shining, and from high up on your throne you are scanning all the cheerful swimmers below. Suddenly, you see what appears to be a baby facedown in the water. Immediately, you jump in and grab the baby only to discover it's just a doll. And then your supervisor clicks a stopwatch and says, "25 seconds." A sigh of relief washes over you. You still have your job. More importantly, no one was hurt. Everyone is safe. Which is exactly what you're paid to do. — Amelia Thomson
