And here's another post about an island - Kiawah Island, S.C.
A friend of mine whose inlays live on the island compared it to the Hamptons of the South. And when you see a recommendation from the resort managers to stay in your neighborhood - you really get the sense that there's exclusivity to the place.
And rightfully so. It's beautiful, a resort place, but a little wild too.
We drove down so Lauren could run the Kiawah Half Marathon. There's a marathon, too. But that's not why we were there.
This is the second trip I've made there in three years. And this time we stayed in a cozy one-bedroom condo with a lagoon view. Basically that means no beach view. Spring for the beach view if you can afford it. It's better to go to sleep with the sound of waves crashing in the background.
And the sounds of yuppies and little kids. This is the place where people look you in the eye and say good morning. It's a morning kind of place. Golfers. It makes sense. They're an early lot. I'm not a golfer.
But my wife is a runner, so she's an early riser. I'm more likely to stay out drinking beer.
But the mornings can be nice, no? Up above is a typical shot of sun-dappled trees on a typical road on the island. I took a bike out on the beach too, and while it was a pain to ride on the sand it was ultimately worth the visit to my old friend, the Atlantic Ocean.
The bike rental came as a part of the marathon registration. They're heavy and slow. But it's a rental.
Even the wild stuff looks manicured. Beware of alligators. And even in December there are mosquitos.
I only wish I could say I was responsible for this. Looks like a good time for someone.
The scene on Bohicket Road, which leads to Kiawah Island, and takes you by plenty of less-expensive places to live.