There are some people who say the good things in life never last; those people have never been to Edisto.
This thought struck me today when I decided to get out of the house and go down to the beach. Instead of hitting up the normal beach access closest to my house, I got in the car and drove – with the windows down – to Point Street. I pulled my car to the side of the road, parked, and headed for the water.
Instantly this feeling of déjà vu came over me and as I paid more attention to my surroundings I realized I drove right up to the house I used to stay in 25 years ago. Right next to the house, there’s soft white sand that cuts a swath through the sea oats, sand spurs, and scrub brush blossomed over with wild flowers. It’s this path that has always stayed in my mind because it is among the first paths I ever walked that took me straight to the beach.
As a child, that path seemed to go on forever. I remember holding onto my mom’s hand as my bare feet bounced as quickly as hot grease on a skillet over the sun-baked sand (nobody could ever keep shoes on me as a kid). I remember being distracted by the wildflowers that lined the path and wanting to pick them, but I never did seeing as they were always protected from little fingers by threatening sand spurs. Plus, nothing could ever fully distract me from the ultimate goal: getting into the surf.
It was enough back then to just go up to my thighs and splash around with my sister. I never went in too deep where my oldest siblings played – that was just too scary. I didn’t learn to love the scary part until I was older and then it was almost impossible to get me out of the breakers. Now, however, I seem to have reverted to my thought process that the “deep end” is scary because I only like to wade in the surf and look out over the beach and seemingly endless Atlantic.
When I stood in the water today, I kept looking back at the house and remembering showing the sharks’ teeth that I found to my grandparents, flying a kite with my uncle, being chased with bugs by my brother, getting beach balls stuck in the palm tree with my sister, making sand castles on the beach with my mom, and trusting my dad to take me in the deep end during low tide just as long as he never let me go.
Like many of the old cottages from back when Edisto was dotted with simple beach homes (a far cry from some of the almost palatial homes that have popped up over the years) the house has been updated, but it is still very much the same. The memories I have seem imprinted all around it so intensely that just looking at the house is like watching a home video of my past while still standing in my present.
Many things have changed here at the beach since those days 25 years ago, but nothing can ever change the true spirit of Edisto that lives inside all of us who call this place home.


There’s a place just off the coast of Edisto Beach where the world stands still. There are no homes, no roads – nothing exists except nature as Mother Earth intended. This place is Otter Island.
Once on the island, visitors will find everything from sharks’ teeth to sand dollars to seashells to old artillery shells. If you want to fully explore the island, bring closed toed shoes to avoid sand spurs and insect repellant in the summer months.
If you want to stay on the water, consider staying in
If you want to have beach views without staying on the beach, considering staying in
One beach walk home available for long term rentals is the aptly-named home,
Hurricane Irene still poses a major threat for the Northeast coast, but her effects on Edisto amounted to strong winds, intense currents, and a storm surge that rushed over Palmetto Boulevard and down the side streets.
Rip currents will still be prevalent and everyone is urged to take precautions before entering the water. Rip currents have the ability to pull swimmers out to sea quickly. If you get caught in a rip current, swim parallel to shore and wait until the suction ends before trying to swim back to the beach.
The worst part about summer is the fact that it has to end.
Local musicians visit Edisto’s bars and provide live entertainment often this time of year because the nightlife never dies at the beach. Once the sun goes down, every vacationer should make it a point to visit Whaley’s, the Dockside, Coot’s, the Thirsty Fish, or Grover’s for a cold drink and some good times. Many of the bars offer things like karaoke, pool tables, trivia, wet t-shirt nights, and other fun things to do. And remember that like Vegas, what happens in Edisto stays in Edisto – or lives on in Facebook posts made by your friends.
When most people think of Edisto, they think of the sun drenched beach and how afternoons slip away during long naps spent on a hammock. The days usually end after a big dinner feast full of the luscious local vegetables, freshly caught seafood, and a side of creamy grits or potatoes. But imagine being here on Edisto and knowing all that goodness exists but being unable to afford it. That is a sad reality for many people living on the island.