Saying goodbye to the boneyard and quirky Edisto.

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Thought I was done with the Boneyard Beach photos?

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Almost…

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I promise.

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But who could resist framing their spouse in driftwood?

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Making our way back to the path, I snapped my last photos.

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And my husband joined in the odd shell placement tradition…

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Trying to balance one on the sign.

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Success.

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Exiting through the marsh …

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We climbed back in the ungodly expensive rental behemoth…

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Of which my husband had become entirely too enamored.

It was late afternoon of our last day of vacation so we took a leisurely drive around Edisto Island and enjoyed some of its quirks.

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No one knows who erected this odd marsh angel but apparently she changes with the seasons and has become a local favorite.

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This is the only acceptable answer to the question what do I do with dead palm tree stumps?

Hula girls, that’s what.

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We drove past this native while on the main beach road.

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It was a wonderful sight so I made my husband turn around and circle by him twice to ensure decent photos.

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A poo covered jacket seems a small price to pay for such a beautiful friend.

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This bottle display is an old Gullah way of driving out evil spirits. They have to be blue, but sorry… for the life of me I don’t remember why. The Clemson tiger paw is a modern addition.

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Remember the herd of tiny deer we saw every night? I wondered where they could possibly live in so busy an area…

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The answer was our resort’s golf course.

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Where they clearly didn’t read the sign.

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Damn. That’s too much like work..

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When the weekend rolled around it was time for the husband and I to go to work.

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Since having the living room stripped bare doesn’t happen very often we decided to take advantage and paint both the ceiling and the walls.

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Husband did the ceiling…

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I did the walls. Don’t criticize the paint on the baseboard trim, it’s all being ripped out and replaced anyway.

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And no, I couldn’t talk the husband into letting me pick a color other than off white.

Change is not his friend.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was inconvenienced yet again.

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And let us know in no uncertain terms he was not pleased.

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This window viewing platform was nowhere near as comfortable as the couch.

And as the day came to an end with both of us moaning and groaning about sore muscles and aching feet… my walls looked good.

The husband’s ceiling?

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Not so much.

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He actually thought he was done after one coat.

Silly man.

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Do you think the other trees are jealous?

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When you’re in Edisto Beach, South Carolina one image looms large.

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It’s the one lone tree that stands in the surf at Boneyard Beach in the Botany Bay preserve.

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Admittedly it’s a fabulous tree.

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Silhouetted against the sky…

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All by it’s lonesome surrounded by plouffe mud.

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It’s certainly the most photographed tree there.

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But it does make me wonder if the other trees feel left out.

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No one prints postcards of them…

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And some of them are fabulous too.

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Such a strange and amazing place.

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I never would have thought dead trees could be so appealing before visiting here.

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But they were.

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And as much as I would have loved to spend the entire day here, our last few hours in South Carolina were running out and we had to move on.

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Past some live trees that were decorated with shells.

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Shelling amidst the bones.

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Walking the relatively treeless section of Boneyard Beach, it was all about the shells.

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All the beautiful shells it was illegal to remove.

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So of course most of them were perfect.

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It was hard not to slip a few into my pocket.

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There was no one around and they were so pretty.

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But I chose to do the right thing and did what others do.

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Found a perch and left my favorite (look at those colors!) for future beach walkers to enjoy.

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And then it was back to the trees.

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Those marvelously twisted…

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Skeletal trees.

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Needless to say it was against the law to remove the driftwood as well.

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A driftwood selfie was the best I could do.

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News you can’t use.

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Because I’m helpful that way.

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Considering the decided lack of, I can’t say this surprises me.

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Heck, we do it for our dogs, why not ourselves?

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Oh sure, pay big bucks and end up with a week in beautiful downtown Cartagena. Don’t forget to pack your bulletproof vest.

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I’d be 103, so probably not.

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That’s the stupidest thing I’ve seen in a while, and I do these posts every week.

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Good question.

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Seems like the father of our country was the original thigh master.

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I don’t know about you but alcohol affects my workout this way…

Choices :

1. Go to the gym

2. Go to happy hour and drink $5 margaritas.

The choice is clear.

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I’m calling it progress. I have to…

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New sub floor sections have been laid.

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And the old china hutch has gone to our farming neighbor…

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Not for fertilizer storage as I predicted, but to house a mineral and fossil collection.

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Which almost didn’t happen as they lost their grip going out the door.

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Parts of the old sub floor didn’t need to be replaced…

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But they did need to be sanded down to a level surface.

Sooo much sanding.

Sooo much dust.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not like the noise or the mess.

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But he does like having his own personal viewing platform when work is done for the day.

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Bones, burls, swirls and above all… wood.

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Yes, it’s another photo filled post of Boneyard Beach at Botany Bay preserve.

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I’d say I can’t help myself, but I could. I just don’t want to.

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We loved this place and I want you to love it too.

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It was truly one the weirdest natural wonders we’ve ever explored.

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The husband insisted I take this next picture.

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Clearly size is important to men.

Some of the wood was gnarly, some dried out and some twisted.

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But this piece was marvelously swirled.

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As we walked farther down the beach the trees were really piled up.

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Each weirder than the last.

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As we rounded a bend we found areas where shells had been strategically placed.

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It’s illegal to collect and remove things from this beach so people get creative.

It’s a wonderful way to conserve the beauty but this treeless stretch had some amazing shells that were hard to leave behind.

My husband, not caring about shells… found something else photo worthy.

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I can’t imagine why.

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The blog in which His Lordship is inconvenienced but learns to make the best of it.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes the noise plastic makes when he jumps on it..

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And God knows we’ve got plenty of plastic right now.

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What he doesn’t like is plastic rooms he has no access to….

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And in true cat fashion he’s always on the wrong side of the wall.

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The newly added zippered door helps, though he still has a propensity to sit and stare.

His Lordship doesn’t understand why his house is torn apart, noisy and covered in plastic…

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But he’s trying to make the best of it.

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More of Boneyard Beach

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I wouldn’t be lying if I told you I took hundreds of pictures of this beach during our trip.

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And while I promise I won’t share them all…

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I am going to post quite a few.

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It was just that good.

The trees.

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The sky.

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The shapes.

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The weird and wonderful sculptures of nature.

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I see a person running here, anyone else?

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Home renovations are not for the faint hearted.

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Due to uncontrolled rampant dust covering every square inch and nook and cranny of our house…

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Another plastic walled room was erected.

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This time carefully avoiding the furnace’s air intake…

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Which had been sucking in dust and evenly distributing it between rooms.

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The contractor also added a zippered door so His Royal Highness could access the room at night without tearing giant holes in the plastic like he did last time.

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I have to be honest…

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I’m beginning to forget what a clean house looks like.

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