Anne & Tom Explore Florida travel blog

 

A crowded campground

Wide beach

Our rather tilted site with many obstructions

We needed levelers to keep us flat

A cardinal

 

Beach people

 

 

The volunteer chaplain's RV. Notice it is a "Cardinal" brand.

The mysterious "groin."

Johnson Creek flows into the ocean

Fishing in the mouth of Johnson Creek

Tom caught a fish at last!

An Atlantic Croaker

Finishing up the weaving project.

Packing the loom up for going home

It all fits so neatly

The site was very jungle-like


Our original plan was to visit a barrier island in South Carolina similar to Kiawah Island where we had vacationed with Audrey and Greg in the 1980's. Edisto Beach was our planned destination, but many contacts on this trip recommended Hunting Island - so we had changed our plans. Our first impression was of a crowded campground (there are over 200 sites). After checking in with the volunteers who were waiting with their clipboards as a long line of RV's queued up, we headed to the beach and while it was near dusk, decided to stick it out for at least 2 or 3 of the 4 days we had reservations.

The next day we felt more positive, despite the fact that South Carolina State Parks could have learned from Georgia and Florida how to run a park. We found the site we were assigned to be unleveled and difficult to park the RV for the trees and the placement of the water pipe and electrical outlet. After much jockeying, we managed to get nearly level with the help of our Lynx Levelers under the rear tires. We showered in the RV since the bathrooms offered no privacy for changing!

The beach was wide at low tide and there were many "beach people" under their sun umbrellas and even frolicking in the warm gulf stream water. We were surprised to learn that there is a chaplain (volunteer) for the campground who appropriately had a "Cardinal" brand RV! A strange construction called a "groin" extended into the ocean. Later, we learned that a groin is a rigid structure built out from a shore to protect the shore from erosion, to trap sand, or to direct a current for scouring a channel.

While Anne finished up her weaving projects, Tom walked a mile to the mouth of Johnson Creek and cast out with the last of his shrimp bait. To his excitement, he hooked and landed an Atlantic Croaker fish!

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