This is my 3rd 4th of July spent in the beautiful Low country.
In 2009 I experienced the infamous Folly Beach 4th of July – fueling up at Berts Market for our booze, a long day in the sun, a pit stop at Taco Boy and a downtown firework finale. It is no coincidence that this was my final 4th of July as a college student. In short, it was a fun, exhausting, “one-and-done” experience.
In 2010, I ventured out on a Cobalt Bowrider for a 4th of July at sea with friends. We ordered boatside takeout at California Dreaming and watched the fireworks show from the middle of the harbor. But getting back to land was stressful, to say the least. Thank you to the DNR and the Coast Guard for keeping us safe from our fellow, less responsible, boaters.
BUT THIS YEAR, on July 4th, 2011, I experienced the ultimate celebration of America, of family and friends – and yes – of a Charleston porch filled with love and laughter. I threw on my swimsuit and joined my boyfriend’s wonderful family for a Lowcountry cookout on their AMAZING marsh front porch.
We flew a kite!
It took off pretty fast.
Then we played some wiffle ball.
This sport bears its name for good reason.
And then, when our batter connected, he hit it out of the park.
So we searched for the ball.
But gave up.
We tromped around the creek at low tide.
And laughed on the dock.
The dogs hijacked the boat.
And then we flew the kite…this time at twilight.
Waited for the night with some guitar strumming.
The sparks flew!