Today was a pretty spring day with nothing on the calendar, so Durelle suggested we drive down to Edisto Beach to have lunch and walk the beach. So we did. Let me ask. If you were to go for a short, non-interstate cruise on a cloudless day, would you choose an old Corvette with the top off or a Jeep? Well she didn't...oh well. The first picture is taken on route 174 into Edisto. Note the live oaks festooned with Spanish moss and their proximity to the road surface.
Here's another shot of the Spanish moss and one of a typical expanse of low country salt marsh.
This was spring break, but, still, the beach was not crowded. There were several dozen folks, but I saw no one go beyond knee deep in the water. I guess the water is still cool. All of the beach properties are on stilts. We have been there when the highway was covered with drifting sand from a storm. There is a State Park there where we camped with the Bounder ten to twelve years ago. We spent a Thanksgiving there.
Here are a couple of shots taken along the beach which show that the beach properties are really right on the beach.
I missed a nice shot of a cruising pelican so the requisite bird picture is a rather pedestrian sandpiper tip-toeing through the surf.
We had lunch at the Pavillion. We both had Po'Boys; she had shrimp while I had oysters. Edisto is only slightly more than an hour away, so it made for a very pleasant getaway drive even without the Corvette.