After Brent's memorial Wednesday morning we set off on one of my all time favorite stretches of road in the U.S. A quiet little country road through South Carolina that took us nearly all the way to Hilton Head. Three hours of beautiful southern back life, tree lined streets draped with spanish moss, perfectly placed clearings to see the expansive farms with quaint little southern homes placed right in the middle, broken down churches and schools dating back to who knows when, a turn of the century post office...it sets my mind alive every time I drive it. And I promised myself as we drove, that one day, even if it's years from now, I would go back to photograph every inch of it.
Hilton Head Island is a history rich island off the coast of South Carolina, and it's here that most of my mom's side of the family meets every year for Thanksgiving. It didn't always use to be this way though. We used to all gather every year at my grandma's house in Georgia, all the aunts and uncles and cousins, squeezed into her home, which somehow was always able to accommodate anyone needing to stay there. But upon my grandma's death in 2000 we needed another place to gather, and Hilton Head became that place...and this year marked the 10th time we've met there for Thanksgiving. Me and Isaak also went here on our honeymoon so this island is very meaningful to us for that reason too.
I love going back there, and not just because there is 12 miles of gorgeous beaches, but the island is also rich with culture, small but full of entertainment, and has incorporated the development of businesses around the lush landscape, which makes it feel very unspoiled. It's kind of a pain to navigate at night due to the fact that they have so many restrictions on 'development', like the use of street lights on the sides of the road :)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Not only is going to Hilton Head every year a tradition, but somehow we've also managed to make a tradition out of going to Fuddrucker's's for dinner the first night there. It's not even a question of eating anywhere else. It's a good possibility you will get tarred and feathered if you even dare suggest another restaurant. But my family is a creature of habit so it's literally Fuddrucker's's or well, nothing, just Fuddrucker's. :)...so off to Fuddrucker's we went, for dinner, a little b-ball, a little catching up with cuddly uncles....
a little swooning over the newest baby to join our family, this year it's little miss Elsie! ( that makes 36 cousins, I think.)
and then we head back home, full and barely able to walk, to eat more food and cook more food and eat more food and bake more food to get ready for Thanksgiving.....
Hilton Head Island is a history rich island off the coast of South Carolina, and it's here that most of my mom's side of the family meets every year for Thanksgiving. It didn't always use to be this way though. We used to all gather every year at my grandma's house in Georgia, all the aunts and uncles and cousins, squeezed into her home, which somehow was always able to accommodate anyone needing to stay there. But upon my grandma's death in 2000 we needed another place to gather, and Hilton Head became that place...and this year marked the 10th time we've met there for Thanksgiving. Me and Isaak also went here on our honeymoon so this island is very meaningful to us for that reason too.
I love going back there, and not just because there is 12 miles of gorgeous beaches, but the island is also rich with culture, small but full of entertainment, and has incorporated the development of businesses around the lush landscape, which makes it feel very unspoiled. It's kind of a pain to navigate at night due to the fact that they have so many restrictions on 'development', like the use of street lights on the sides of the road :)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Not only is going to Hilton Head every year a tradition, but somehow we've also managed to make a tradition out of going to Fuddrucker's's for dinner the first night there. It's not even a question of eating anywhere else. It's a good possibility you will get tarred and feathered if you even dare suggest another restaurant. But my family is a creature of habit so it's literally Fuddrucker's's or well, nothing, just Fuddrucker's. :)...so off to Fuddrucker's we went, for dinner, a little b-ball, a little catching up with cuddly uncles....
a little swooning over the newest baby to join our family, this year it's little miss Elsie! ( that makes 36 cousins, I think.)
and then we head back home, full and barely able to walk, to eat more food and cook more food and eat more food and bake more food to get ready for Thanksgiving.....
No comments:
Post a Comment