Beaufort
Beaufort, South Carolina was the destination for Diane and me. Yesterday started out with the simple thought of “get away and see something different”. Different we certainly found. Hunting Island State Park – about 15 miles east of Beaufort, SC is a treasure! Argh! (Sorry my inner-pirate has to come out sometimes!)
Although the campground was a bit on the crowded side – it was Easter Weekend after all – the park area was like taking a step back into the history of the coastal South. Palmetto trees and date palms abound and you can just see yourself as the revolutionary era folks hunting on, well, Hunting Island. I would definitely recommend reservations at the campground, but I know that Diane and I will be back with our bicycles ready to take a leisurely ride all over this island. Campsites 60 – 80 are beachfront (literally after the storms moved the beaches inland a few yards), and the rest are palm laden, some isolated and all are beautiful.
The beach by the lighthouse is surreal. Last year’s hurricanes ate the beach away all the way back into the trees. Today, there are uprooted trees lying on their sides all the way down that stretch of sand – roots and all. It was bizarre, sad and fascinating all at the same time.Beaufort itself was a charm. Old world architectures combined with modern amenities. We have to go back just to explore the neighborhoods surrounding the old downtown. This is Savannah without all of the “nose in the air” crowd. In our book, Beaufort wins hands down. I love it!
Although the campground was a bit on the crowded side – it was Easter Weekend after all – the park area was like taking a step back into the history of the coastal South. Palmetto trees and date palms abound and you can just see yourself as the revolutionary era folks hunting on, well, Hunting Island. I would definitely recommend reservations at the campground, but I know that Diane and I will be back with our bicycles ready to take a leisurely ride all over this island. Campsites 60 – 80 are beachfront (literally after the storms moved the beaches inland a few yards), and the rest are palm laden, some isolated and all are beautiful.
The beach by the lighthouse is surreal. Last year’s hurricanes ate the beach away all the way back into the trees. Today, there are uprooted trees lying on their sides all the way down that stretch of sand – roots and all. It was bizarre, sad and fascinating all at the same time.Beaufort itself was a charm. Old world architectures combined with modern amenities. We have to go back just to explore the neighborhoods surrounding the old downtown. This is Savannah without all of the “nose in the air” crowd. In our book, Beaufort wins hands down. I love it!
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