We headed down to
Edisto Island (my new favorite East cost beach) on a Saturday afternoon, checked into our house, and were settled by evening. I
hadn’t been to
Edisto before, and had no idea what to expect as far as the house, the amenities on the island, what the beach (or access to the beach from the house would be like), or how long the drive down would take – and was pleasantly surprised by all of it.
It turns out that Edisto has everything you need, and nothing you don’t. One grocery store, one gas station, a few beachy-boutique shops (enough to satisfy my need to pick up a few souvenirs), a few local restaurants, an ice cream/movie rental shop, and outdoor outfitters (bike rentals.) The island is mainly filled with beach houses – ranging in size from large to small, ocean front to second or third row – but all within walking distance to some sort of water access.
George and Pink's - the local dirt-floor fruit and vegetable stand - where we loaded up on local produce for the week.Our house, Sound Investment, was located on the Sound side of the island – meaning we
were not right on the Atlantic Ocean coastline. I think we were technically third row – but the backyard of the house was located right on a bike path – that was in turn located behind the second row houses – and we were maybe a half a block in from the cross street.
All that to mean we were within very easy walking distance of the beach. Thanks to some great advice from my friend Nici, I purchased a beach cart – so we were able to load up all amenities we might need (cooler of drinks, sun tent, towels, beach toys, diaper bag, camera, sunscreen, jelly-fish spray, beach chairs) and easily take them to the beach.
The house itself was lovely – I wasn’t sure what it would be like on the inside (because you never can tell what you’re going to get from internet pictures) – but again, was pleasantly surprised. It was spacious, had plenty of room for the kids to run and play, a good sized kitchen that opened up into the living area, a separate den and big screen TV upstairs for movie nights, bedrooms for everyone – oh, it was perfect for our family.
One of many movie nights....
The big screened porch had rocking chairs, and I adored sitting there in the mornings, sipping my coffee, looking at the enormous live oak trees in the backyard that were dripping with Spanish moss, and listening to the deafening sound of the cicadas as they made their morning music.
Jack and I - enjoying our morning coffee together....
Downstairs we had an outdoor shower (necessary for washing off sandy kids before sending them up to get dressed after a morning on the beach), a large parking area (that served as an excellent bike riding venue and splash pool area), a wicker love seat swing, and Adirondack chairs.
The kids had a t-total ball at the beach.
James ran, and I mean RAN up one side of the beach down to the other. Our location on the Sound provided a perfect place to let the kids run and play and be free without constant worry over them being pounded by the ocean front waves. And when we were there during low tide – there were oodles of tide pools for them to splash around in, pick up sea shells, explore fiddler crabs, and dig in the sand.
The first morning we were out on the beach the kids made friends with an older boy. He was out early catching bait fish with a shrimp net for later larger fishing purposes. He was so kind and gentle with the kids – let them help him pick the fish out of the nets and store in his cooler – showed them how to throw a net – explained patiently what he was doing – and allowed D and I some much needed quiet time.
And while all this was going on – Jack was content to sit and splash and dig - or do his 'happy dance.'
Deonne dug a hole that filled in about half-way with water. Jack literally sat in it like he was in a bathtub – digging in the sand, splashing in the water, grinning the entire time.
Later that morning – the kids got to see the boy and his dad (or uncle, I’m still not sure who he was) catch a shark! Yes, a real shark! (Okay, so it was only 24” long – but it was a real Hammerhead Shark – and Anna and James delighted in touching its soft body and seeing it’s fins wiggle.
We were also very lucky in that some of our very dear friends were at Edisto the same week (Nici and her family) so we were able to join them several times throughout the week for dinners, trips to the beach, and visits to the local ice cream shop.
During down time (rest time) we painted pictures, watched movies, read books, relaxed…. And the rest of the time we rode bikes, splashed in our kiddie pool, colored a lot, and spent a lot of time in the sun.
Deonne’s aunt and uncle joined us for a few days at the start of the week – which was a real treat. Uncle Harry brought his boat all the way down to the coast to take D and the kids shrimping. And while Anna enjoyed driving the boat, she said she got bored, and didn’t want to go again a second time. James had fun – I think he just liked being with his daddy and Uncle Harry. Unfortunately, the ‘catch of the day’ wasn’t all that fruitful – so we ended up having to supplement our Beaufort Stew with some shrimp from the local fish monger (who I assume was out in deeper waters than D and Harry and the tidal marshes). But all of the shrimp was sweet and tender – nothing like fresh caught seafood to make a great meal.
We had another treat – when Deonne’s mom and dad came down for a few days toward the end of the week. The kids L-O-V-E spending time with grandma and grandpa – and I think their enthusiasm wore poor grandma and grandpa out after just a few days! The last night they were with us we headed out to Botany Bay – a protected bay that is the location of several old historic plantations. It is such a cool place. I would love to go back again when we have more time to spend there. It’s a short walk along the marsh out to the actual beach – that is covered with shells. And when I say covered – I mean covered. There are literally thousands of shells – ranging from typical seashells to larger conch shells. And because it’s protected (and you get fined up the wazoo if you’re caught taking one) they are EVERYWHERE.
It was just beautiful. We made it right at sunset – so were able to take some family photos of the kids and some with grandma and grandpa. Of course, I am always the one behind the camera, and never remember to document that I’m there with my kids as well – I need to work on that in the future.
The biggest thing about this adventure – Grandpa hasn’t set foot on a beach in some 40 years or so. Seriously. And who was the one to prompt him to go with us and not stay back at the house? Little Miss Anna – who has her grandpa wrapped around her little finger…. Maybe next year we’ll get him on the beach during the day to build a sandcastle… we can hope, right?
All in all it was a lovely trip. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it was a vacation for me – keeping up with three little ones, including the constant laundry (which I’d rather do on vacation than come home to 14 loads), the cooking of all three meals for a week, and the picking up of toys was probably more than I do on any given week at home – but it was still a great trip.
I do have to tell one story that isn’t so great though – to document for the family record – the story that happened on Thursday. Otherwise known as the day Jack nearly drowned.
We decided we’d try going to the ocean front side of the island Thursday morning – to see a different area and let the kids play somewhere else than the beach we’d been at all week. Big mistake. Huge.
Turns out the waves out there are very rough – the warnings we’d been given were true. The waves were so rough that not only were the kids banned from even wading out on their own – but I wasn’t comfortable going out with them. I was too afraid I’d lose a hand or drop a kid or be plowed over by a rough wave.
So Deonne took turns with each child – in turn – going out past where the waves were breaking closest to shore – in a sort of in-between place where the waves settled down. Or so we thought.
It was Jack’s turn – and Deonne was getting kind of far out. I looked up and saw a huge wave come up beside him – that slammed into the side of Jack’s head. He looked like he was starting to cry, really cry, so I started motioning for Deonne to come back in. So what happened next was my fault – because I was distracting Deonne – and he was too busy trying to hear what I was saying instead of looking behind him – at the WALL of water coming right at them.
So this huge wave comes crashing over – knocking Deonne down – as in – beneath the water down. I swear I didn’t see hide nor hair of him for a few seconds. Jack either. Then I saw Deonne start to come up – with no Jack.
Now, you have to understand just how rough these waves were. These waves were so strong that they could easily sweep a grown man out to sea – let alone a tiny baby boy. So you can imagine the complete panic I had for a few seconds (which felt like an hour) before I saw his head emerge from the water – screaming and sputtering and mad as hell.
He wasn’t the only one. I marched as close as I could get to the water – grabbed Jack from Deonne’s arms – and proceeded to lose my $-H-I-T right there on the beach – in front of God and everyone. (Oh, and Deonne’s mom who happened to witness the entire event.) I didn’t care. I had almost lost my baby boy. I was tired from a week of keeping up with the kids. I was stressed out. And that was the proverbial straw…..
Turns out everyone was just fine – and the only casualty was Deonne’s prescription sunglasses that were ripped off his head (safety strap and all) in the waves. But my boy was just fine. Both of them.
But other than the Near Drowning Episode – everything else was smooth sailing. And the only other really sad part was the morning we had to pack up our cars and head home.
James keeps asking if we can go back to the Green House. I sure hope so.
Because I Heart Edisto – and would love to make this a yearly vacation for our family of five.
It's a big deal for our little man - he's finally the eldest Long at the Children's Center - so he's no longer in his sister's shadow.
Like the rain boots in the above photo? I picked them up for him at Target a few weeks ago. We've had to pry them off his feet ever since. Literally.
Signing his name in the class journal for the first time ... with a little help from his little personal mini-me, Jack.
This is one little boy who L-O-V-E-S the beach - the sand, the sun, the waves, the water, the seashells.... he loved it all.
Best laid plans... we rented a bike with a baby-trolley for the last day we were at the beach - with the intent that Deonne would take the kids on a bike ride while I finished up packing and cleaning out the house... which was an excellent idea... except for the pouring rain that morning. At least the threesome were able to go for a ride along the meandering bike paths the afternoon before we left.
