The beach of my youth

Back from Spain Saturday pm and Sunday morning I made the drive from Delaware to Edisto Beach, SC (yes I'm crazy) to join Mom and Aunt Joyce and Uncle Bill for some beach time.  Edisto is the beach we would go to every year when I was a kid, but I haven't been back in probably 10 years (since I lived in Charleston).  Everything seems so familiar, some names have changed but its still the same quiet family beach.  I've always liked the fact that Edisto has resisted the commercialization and hotels that characterize so many other beaches.  Almost everyone on Edisto is staying in a house which keeps the beaches from ever getting too crowded.  This time of year, its even quieter, and easy to find a near-vacant stretch of sand to call your own any time of the day.  Its been a good stay catching up with family, grabbing a meal at the Old Post Office, doing some fishing, and even a little super-muddy shrimping.

Yes, the flash was that bright . . . Thanks Joyce.  ;-)

Earlier today, I made the drive to my home town, Aiken, to see the rest of the family.  It was good to see everyone if even for a brief time this evening.  I even got time to grab a few rounds at the Aiken Brewing Company with Pat, and take a nice walk around downtown.  Aiken is definitely evolving and changing, but it still manages to keep the same character that makes it a great place.  I hope it can continue to hold on to its identity.

Tomorrow I will drive to Fayetteville, GA to visit Jes and family.  I can't wait!