Saturday, June 7, 2008

Edisto Beach S.P., S.C. - April 18, 2008

Yes, that was our truck and trailer in amongst the huge oak tree. We managed to get a prime site, right by the beach for three days over the weekend. The reservation system said that this was a 50 foot site. It was, but the drive to get to it was a little anxious – as in Karen was outside making sure we had clearance as we snaked through the trees. I guess I should have paid more attention to the “Low Clearance” sign at the entrance. Oh well, missing by an inch is as good as a mile.
You can see our trailer tightly nestly, or maybe intertwined with the oak. The site was supposed to be a drive through site but we had to back out to leave.

So as soon as we were settled, guess what Karen did. The bag was for shells by the way.

We had to include a shot of a pelican returning from the daily seafood fest. They ride right up the beach on the thermals off the sand dune by our campsite.

After three days, we had to move to the Live Oak campsite area a few miles from the beach.

This site was near some great bike paths. One wound over board walks to a well done nature centre. It was well worth the ride.

We did try to stay on the boardwalks – off to the side was a bubbling mud flat. Not something that you would want to play in.

Along the way was an ancient shell missen. Missen is just a fancy name for an ancient garbage dump. I can't imagine a cross section of one of our garbage dumps attracting tourists in the future - but who knows. The missen was originally 20 feet tall and that was a heck of a lot of shells.

From here we took a day tour to see the original Charles Towne Landing – a park set up around the original landing site of the first settlers. The history was not very pleasant as the site was chosen specifically to grow labour intensive cash crops – the labour being slaves. The original laws of the land stated that an owner had complete authority over a slave – not a pleasant life if you happened to be one.

You wonder what history this old oak has seen.

I just had to include this shot taken by a pond on the grounds. Note the number of turtles lying around the alligator. Now alligators apparently love turtles – and not as friends. More as a treat - sort of crunchy on the outside and soft in the middle. So how do all these turtles know that this particular alligator was having a turtle moratorium? Although maybe the alligator was busy digesting their buddy old Fred and they were gathered for a wake?

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