Some thoughts on Edisto

the house we stayed in this time

Last week we took some friends down to Edisto. They were there two days and nights while we stayed three days and nights. I hope they had a good time. I did!

When we arrived at the house I announced the ‘Ground Rules’ for their time at the beach:
“You can go with us where we go, when we go, but you don’t have to. You don’t have to wait on us. You can go or stay as you please. This is the beach!”

The first night there I discovered that some light bulbs were missing or not working, so the next day I went by the rental office to ask for some new bulbs. They gave me a pack and said, “Enjoy your stay.” I replied, “That’ll be easy – it’s Edisto!”

The morning our friends left I was sitting on the back porch enjoying the morning and the view. I thought to myself, “OK, probably better go down to the beach or do something. Don’t want to waste our last day.” But then I realized, “Sitting here on the back porch enjoying the morning and the view is just as much ‘the beach’ as running around seeing everything.” So I sat there a good while longer.

Then I decided to go down to the backyard and discovered what I called “critter paths” out to the marsh. Mary was on the third floor porch delighting in the hammock and I was having a blast at the marsh!

Mary and I were sitting on the beach, reveling in the day, but we had no tent or umbrella. I wanted to be out there but I also didn’t want to get anymore sun. Mary agreed, so we pulled our chairs away from the waves and left, planning to come back later in the afternoon. We drove to the convenience store to get some ice cream and they had umbrellas! We drove to the other two convenience stores to compare prices (it just happened that the third store we visited had a Wild Cherry Pepsi!). The first store had the best prices so we bought an umbrella and just sat out on the beach, in the shade of our new umbrella, for a good bit longer.

a 'bird que' at the third store!

The things I think sitting on the beach while watching the tide coming in:
“At some point in time the retreat of low tide reverses and the march of high tide begins. At first, it doesn't succeed: the waves throw themselves on shore only to roll back. Who can tell high tide has begun? Nevertheless, the waves relentlessly, tirelessly, silently, attack the shoreline, and inch by inch the tide rises.”

The last morning we were there I packed everything into the car and we went to the realty office to turn in the key. It was a nice day, a quiet morning. I thought, “I don’t want to go - I’m not ready to leave.”

the view from the sound. our house is the one in the middle