Saturday, August 29, 2009

Saturday Downtown and at the Sands


Nothing exciting to tell.. just wanted to share these photos from the weekend. Josh and I at the Sands.








This mermaid is downtown near the Old Point.



South of Broad Signing


So we headed downtown to get my copy of South of Broad signed by the infamously fabulous Pat Conroy. I assumed there would be line, but we were FLOORED when we saw how long it was. Running down Bay Street, it wrapped around the building down toward the waterfront. I was, however, determined to meet the author, so much to Josh's chagrin... in line we got.



The wait, though a couple of hours, was not too bad. We met some delightful Beaufortonians while in line, and once inside, the cool air-conditioning of Books on Bay washed over us, and there sat Mr. Conroy atop his literary pedestal.


I told Mr. Conroy I was reading the novel and could not wait to see what trials and tribulations he had in store for his tragic characters. He told me that they all turned into crazed zombies and killed each other in the end... was he flirting with me?


To make a full day of it, we lunched at Plum's, one of Beaufort's culinary gems, though not so secret. You often must wait for a table... but it is worth it.


Grilled pimiento cheese sandwich. Yum.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Gay's Seafood, St.Helena Island

Gay's Seafood is a tiny little seafood market in Northern Beaufort County, at the tip of St. Helena Island, right before you cross the bridge to Harbor Island, on the way to Hunting and Fripp. The seafood docks are pictured in countless images of Beaufort County, and are still active docks.


Can you tell I love the self-portrait feature on my camera? Josh and I at Gay's Seafood in front of the now beached Tide Runner.


It's sad to see The Tide Runner in this condition. This was the shrimp boat in Forrest Gump.


These shrimp docks are a pretty famous image in Beaufort County, now all the better with our mugs in front of them.


We're laughing because as I am taking this photo, we are listening to the running commentary between two shrimpers, one of whom is lamenting his terrible hangover. 3 pm and still miserably hungover.... don't miss those days.


ARGH, matey. You just gotta love a pirate.