Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Fare Thee Well, Sea Islands...sigh...

This is what island life is all about...

Sand, surf...

Breakers...

Babes...

Bikes...

Tikes...

And Mikes...

Sea shells...

Sand dunes and sea grasses...

Signs...

And wonders...

Thunderous tidal applause

Grand strands of shoreline

We combed...

We saw...

We conquered...

Our doubts

Our fears

Our painful associations

In the end...

We embraced the beach and each other, once again

Our swing...sigh...

We took the long way home...as usual

Port Royal's Sand Beach

With its awesome boardwalk

And observation tower

My Uncle Lee did his basic training there on Parris Island...RIP, Marine

Danabug taking it all in...

A pleasure boat of a trip

Draped in Spanish Moss...of course

7 comments:

Rachel Fox said...

Love that boardwalk!
x

Karen said...

Soooo glad you had this lovely interlude. Thanks for sharing along the way. I've vicariously sifted sand and felt that salt breeze. Love the Carolinas and Carolinians, too!

NCmountainwoman said...

Oh, I've got to get back down there. Thanks for the lovely post.

Tess Kincaid said...

Amazing shot with the bicycles...sweet sweet pic of you and Bug...love the shells...wonderful vicarious visit to the sea...

Gerry Snape said...

I'm drooling here in rainy north england!!....but...next week....glorious Spain!!!

ellen abbott said...

been too long since I've been to the beach to just hang out.

The Bug said...

Babe - snort :)