Another American Adventure: the most beautiful beach on the east coast of the usa

Sunday, January 29, 2012

the most beautiful beach on the east coast of the usa

The northeastern most point of Kiawah Island is an ecologically undisturbed place where the Atlantic Ocean meets the land. It is probably the most beautiful beach on the East Coast of the United States. Of course, it is a golf course. They say that it rivals, and perhaps surpasses, the dramatic beauty of Pebble Beach in Carmel California. That is where we went to lunch. My pictures do not capture the wild expanse of trees, grassland, and surf.

This is FA and her friend from Wellsville, Nancy, sitting on the "rocking bench" at the Golf Clubhouse out there.

The pillows on the couch in the clubhouse are "karate-chopped", which is the latest thing. Just in case you needed to know.

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"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.