things that catch your eye. {part III}

I told you it was coming, and here it is. This is the final installment from our recent vacation to Edisto Island, South Carolina. I hope you have enjoyed looking through these with me. :) If you missed part one, click HERE, part two, click HERE.

Out on our porch we had this friend always greeting us. He didn’t move much on his 2 foot long web, which worked just perfect for me because I wanted to make sure I kept an eye on where he was at all times. YIKES. It was a HUGE spider.

Brett went biking alone one day and found this awesome boardwalk that went out into the marsh.

There are beautiful Egrets around the marshlands.

We took a tour of the old plantations around the island and this is one of the huge live oaks.  If you want a sense of perspective, look for little Brett in the bottom left with his butt sticking out.  :)

Sea Oats dancing.  They put on a glorious show.

More marshland.  It was so beautiful.

This is an old abandoned fish house that our friend Heidi clued us in on. (Thanks Heidi!)  What a little treasure.

Cool old sign by the fish house.  I want one.

I wonder what this window has seen.

We visited the cemetery where many of the original plantation owners were buried.  I love history, so hearing their stories and visiting their burial site was amazing.

The story of the grave with the bricks was something like this…a gentleman died and his wife buried him in the Presbyterian cemetery, in their family section.  I don’t remember what it was that made the church mad, but they told the wife that there were going to remove his body from their graveyard.  The wife was very angry, so she was determined to find a way to stop this from happening.  She researched the laws of the Presbyterian Church, and found a rule stating that if a grave is enclosed, it can not be touched.  The night before the church was going to dig up her beloved husband, she sent her slaves to the cemetery and had them enclose the grave with brick and mortar.  His body has remained there since.

Remember the place I told you about in part II that I was DYING to see?  It was a plantation that was privately owned which opened to the public for the first time this past summer.  It was unadulterated beauty.  The beaches were lined with huge conk shells everywhere, and it had the look of a  tree graveyard. I stood there thinking, “pinch me- for I must be dreaming.”  I am a tree fanatic.  We saw this on our way out and we had to hurry, but I loved every moment on that beach.

One of my absolute favorites.

Going home.  As hard as it was, we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly so going home was easy to accept.  :)  This is the tunnel back to reality.  Brett snapped it as I drove.

Thanks for going along on this journey with us. So now that you know what we like, any suggestions where we should go on our next vacation?  We would LOVE to hear!!!  Comment below.