Edisto Island Beach trip 2008

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I can hardly believe that I have been home an entire year! The way I know this is only because we go the beach every year. It is the highlight of my year; it’s better than Christmas. This year we went to Edisto Island. We stayed further down the island on the sound. It was different. More wildlife then I remember. There were no waves, which was kind of weird. We stayed in a funny house where the kitchen and den were on the top floor. We shared a duplex with Ball Family on the other side.

We brought our boat out for its maiden voyage on the open seas. I enjoyed the relative calm of the sound but got ridiculously seasick at the smallest waves. I think Grant wanted to sock me. I also fell off the boat. I am still not sure how that happened. There were fishermen and we watched one of them reel in a baby shark. We made a pile of dead jellyfish that kept washing up on shore. I stayed on land and read. As a result I am now a nice splotchy color of red.

Edisto is a big Island. You go over the bridge and become really excited you yell, "Ahhh we are at the beach” the windows are rolled down in hopes of smelling the salty air and hearing the waves crash, it does not happen. After crossing onto the Island you drive forever! You pass small towns and churches and mobile homes and small fruit stands. Thirty minutes later you finally see the ocean but somehow the moment has faded. Edisto has its own appeal. There is one grocery store where people shop elbow to elbow and search forever in the crowded shelves. The cashiers talk to each other in the low half English half other language of Gullah. There is Jungle road with really wide bike paths and a strip of stores with a coffee shop. The Island bought from the Edisto Indians became famous for its sea island cotton. One of the pope’s is said to have only wanted clothes made from Sea Island cotton. Large Plantations quickly developed the large houses can still be seen. The agriculture heritage of island has not diminished with tourism as its main source of revenue most locals still farm

It was fun and as always when I am packing my bags of books I think I could live here year round.

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Photos

Me
I was sooo sunburnt I felt like my body was radiating enough heat to fuel a small city.

boat
We had to carry the boat above the hightide line.

Grant
The strange things the tide brings in.

funny shells
The shells were all stuck together by a gooey string there were lots of them like this washed up on shore.

Comments

[Grandmama]

Edisto
Oh, tosmell the creek as you approach the ocean! But that's Pawley's ! You could almost win me over with your descriptive language. Right now I would almost give a ripe tomatoe (no salmanella) for a breath of sea breeze. Happy you had a goood time. Grandmama

[Alison Trotter]

Gullah
I've always been fascinated with the Gullah groups still lingering around. It's amazing, there is actually a Gullah translation of the bible....pretty cool stuff, we got it once from the library. Hilarious. :) (maybe you already knew about it!) I love your travel Blog, thanks for posting more cool pics. The one of you is incredible-so much detail with the water in flying in the air like that.