I remember that feeling as a child, coming home after a week or two of vacation, after being cooped up in the car for hours on end. The thing that always smacked me in the face, though, was the 70s vibrant green shag carpeting in every room of the house except the kitchen. Every time we’d get home, within a couple of minutes, someone would say, “Wow, the carpet’s so green!” After living in a sans green world for a few days, the carpet was shouting “GREEN!!” at us. In retrospect, I can imagine how my mom’s feelings about that carpet must have changed over the nine years we lived there, probably going from love to tolerance to maybe even plotting its demise.
Our flooring at our home is all neutral, however, so without that green distraction, the first thing to catch our attention is usually the beach itself. “The sand is so sandy-colored!” we say. Just kidding.
Good news! The beach is still here. Actually, it doesn’t look like this anymore, however.
It’s more like this. We’re in high season here on the island now, which means that we have a large number of tourists here. This alters many things about the island, including the crowds on the beach.
If I were so inclined, I could start another blog just on tourists and high season. The supply of stories they provide is endless. I could write a post, for instance, about the week a seemingly cute little boy was staying three or four houses down from us. He obviously loved the ocean, which made us kindred spirits, but he had this horrible habit of spending several hours every day jumping waves and screaming like he was being violently bludgeoned every time he jumped, which made us not kindred spirits. Too bad I don’t have an audio on that one. Or, I could write in extensive detail about the time a tourist couple chose my dune as their personal brothel. Good times and great stories, folks.
Therefore, with high season now in full swing, it seems appropriate that I include some posts on tourists this week. In the spirit of honesty, and, well, humor, I will attempt to address both the good and the bad about tourists and their proclivities. Stay tuned. I’m also going to throw in a few insider tips on how to make the most out of your vacation, which is important. The Carolina islands are magical places, truly, and if you come for a visit, which you should, you should try to enjoy every second of your time on the islands. Who knows? It might even make you want to move here.
So make yourself that margarita you may or may not deserve but clearly want, and pony up to the cabana for some stories, island insider vacation tips, and whatever else pours forth.