You're in luck on this 70 degree day- another outdoor post. This cooler weather has us taking advantage of sunshine with little to no perspiration. October is typically my favorite month in the Lowcountry, but November, this year, is certainly giving it a run for its money.
Growing up, I was never much of an outdoors girl. With a library book and a porch swing, I acquired all the Vitamin D I needed from the comfort of our own front porch. Which is why, at the age of 13 (pure joy to be around, I promise), when my dad decided to take me, a friend, and my mom on a relatively flat, mile and a half walk to a waterfall, I was already hesitant. The story of this walk will likely be passed down for generations (there's photographic evidence below), and like any good fable will be exaggerated, but let's just say I had to cling to a rock wall for dear life and the 'walk' lasted several hours. You've got to give my dad credit, he kept trying. Oh, how I wish I had paid more attention when we visited the Grand Canyon that next year. We can assume that his encouragement paid off, because today, I choose to write these posts on my patio, walk to lunch, explore the parks, and camp for friend's birthdays, rather than stay inside. When my dad and his wife Pam said they were coming into town for my birthday this past weekend, I knew we had to get outdoors.
Coastal Expeditions was new to me just a few months ago. My family friend and colleague, Vannessa, asked if I wanted to do the Bulls Island beach drop with her and her husband (mine was brewing beer- surprise!) one sunny Sunday. We got up early, drove to Awendaw, visited Sewee Outpost for biscuits, and made it to the boat just in time to set out on an adventure. Our Captain, Wil, gave us all the details of what we were seeing left and right until we arrived at our destination. I'll leave all the history and details to him, as he's been doing this for 12 years and is the expert. I'm confident that after seeing my photos below, you'll add this to the top of your to-do list for visitors and locals. That evening, I returned home energized and even more inquisitive about this gorgeous setting in which we live.
This past Saturday, luck shined down on us and we were graced with a gorgeous day to take the Bulls Island Ferry for a half day onto the other side of the island, again with Captain Wil. Both times, the boats were filled with families of all ages, abilities, and dispositions. We walked a mile or so to the beach, passing the marsh and a few alligators. The sounds coming from the water were an orchestra of wildlife. The beach was wide and devoid of people, but full of sand dollars.
BULLS ISLAND FERRY TRIP:
My dad, Pam, me, and Trevor waiting on the ferry to leave.
Until our next adventure outdoors! (That would be tomorrow for a trip out to Dewees Island)