Life In Beaufort, SC

It feels as though I have been injected with a new found energy. Almost a week of  what I consider to be cold weather had my eternal summer soul pouting. I moped around the house wondering if the 40 degree, blistering pain would ever end.

It did!

Yesterday evening, I grabbed my favorite flip flops, pulled the unruly mane back in my old baseball cap, and headed to the beach.

Just the process of getting ready to go was enough to bring me back from the land of the dead.

The drive to Hunting Island is breath-taking on any day, but yesterday was like the first time all over again.

Not all of my favorite stops were opened yet,Barefoot Bubbas was showing signs of summer preparation, and the Wee Island Shrimp stand was missing. But I know it won't be long!

What's In Store, already had a few Ice Cream posters displayed.

Palms on the Parkway even looks a bit greener.

The Gullah Grub ladies were sweeping off the porch, making room for their seagrass baskets!

My toes tingle the closer I get to the entrance of the most beautiful beach on earth (obviously I am a bit biased, but hey, it is my blog)

The last stop I look for it The Shrimp Shack, even Southern Living Magazine agrees with me on this one!

It is a crime, a sin, a punishable offense to even consider passing this little place.

Two words for you, SHRIMP BURGER!

The only difficult decision is whether to stop on your way, or on your way back. Me, I choose the inevitable, BOTH.

The drive to Hunting Island is almost as fun as the beach itself.

See you at the Shrimp Shack!