Edisto Beach or Bust

As of last week, we were considering Destin, Fort Walton, Tybee Island, Edisto Island, Isle of Palms (and other Charleston beaches), Pawleys Island, Myrtle Beach, and of course the ever persistant possibility of Pigeon Forge. By Friday, the 'Forge was looking like our destination. Woo-hoo!

Then we counted our loose change. Suddenly, everything "changed" and I was surfing Expedia looking for a cheap flight to Cancun.

By Sunday morning, we had packed the car and were ready to go: we just needed to know where. Cancun was out, Florida was looking far, but the Carolina coast seemed ideal. Cruising down I-40 listening to 40GB worth of tunes, we were calling beaches up and down the coast. By 1:30 pm we had passed through Asheville and were headed down I-26. By 2:30 pm we finally decided on Edisto.

One hour south of Charleston and deep in Marsh country, Edisto seems to be a perfect hideaway. It's so isolated there's not even a Walmart! And all the restaurants close by 9 pm, so last night at 9:30 we were searching for the only grocery store on the island:the Piggly Wiggly. We affectionaly call it the "Pig."

After downing a frozen pizza, everybody crashed. But me. As usual, I stayed up and watched stupid late night movies. Rock me Amadeus baby!