BoldHeartMama: Pawley's Island, South Carolina, a few snapshots

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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Pawley's Island, South Carolina, a few snapshots

We're at Pawley's Island, South Carolina this week.

The cousins are reunited. We're finding our away-from-home groove. The thunderstorms finally said so long.

We set out this morning to the salty marshes at Murrell's inlet for a naturalist tour, with a highlight stop to a shell picking sandbar. We found many pretty things along the shoreline—shells of all kinds and sea glass and seaweed—and we got to see a lot of wildlife from fish and crabs to urchins and a mermaid purse.

The most peaceful part of the day was the hour spent on the sandbar. We adults in our own little world, seeking out treasures and taking in the warm winds and surf spray. The kids rolling around in the waves and trailing each other like a brood of little ducklings.

It's humid and warm and sticky down here. The boys are sun kissed, and we're getting our Summer on.