My Sister Got Me This Eno Hammock For My Birthday Last Year. When I Was Living In Greenville, There Was

My sister got me this Eno Hammock for my birthday last year. When I was living in Greenville, there was a soccer recreation area with a few trees. That was the only “park” or outdoor space near my apartment within a 20 minute radius. So I would string up and read there.

This weekend it was warm enough to unpack it. Now, my apartment is 4 minutes from the pier, where I can string up and read. I’ll take this neighborhood over the other any day.

Your musings are always lovely pieces. The recent post about the fog and remembering where you were before hit particularly hard; there's something both beautiful and tragic about memories of places that we want so badly to make work for us, but just can't. Bittersweet for sure.

Thanks for writing so often, sometimes seeing someone else talk about it makes me feel less alone.

This means a lot 💕 Thank you

Oh how I missed my Grand Strand New Years Eves. I always have a general plan - and I always end up way out of bounds (in the best way).

Happy New Year! 🎊

Birding adventures. This time I got to picture this beautiful Bald Eagle at Huntington Beach State Park. What a treat!

I’ve been lucky enough in my life to see and explore areas that are not easily accessible to the public along the SC Coast. Especially along the upper Lowcountry in Georgetown, along the Winyah Bay and North Inlet. I’ve explored the Carolina Bay areas in upper Charleston County and so on.

As a kid, I often accessed the islands on my dad’s old little john boat. Nothing special - just a lot of knowledge passed down on how to get “there”. I grew up visiting places that felt truly still wild. Such a large portion of the SC coast is hidden and inaccessible by a car. Or… like today, accessible by car and a long walk, but the road there is kept behind a gate.

Like I said, I find myself becoming luckier and I gain access to more keys to unlock this beautiful coast I love. Then I get to share it here, with you.

THIS South Carolina is something special. If you’ve ever been lucky enough to see it, it stays with you, and at least for me, I can never get enough.

The stories of how I get these keys are a whole other thing itself, you’d have to ask to hear those stories. Today, I walked along the beach that stretches along the North Inlet. You can view a stretch of it from an immaculate house at the end of the gated and closed off community. An uninterrupted view of nature as far as the eye can see.

I wouldn’t mind doing the dishes with this view -

Today, I parked under this house (with permission) and started walking. You can tell this place rarely has visitors. Huge shells line the shore. The sand only moves by the wind, and my footsteps were the only ones I could see. The only evidence of visitors are the conch shells that hang on the drift wood.

I only explored about 3/4 of a mile of this stretch today, but I plan on taking a lot more time one weekend. It’s no wonder why I’m so connected to this place. It’s no wonder why I couldn’t stay far away.

I love the snow. Most of my birthdays have been spent up in the mountains, and every time I get the gift of watching snow fall. This weekend was no different.