Fabulous Fripp Island

Got back this week from Fripp Island, SC, a swanky resort near the southern tip of South Carolina. Credit Matt Potkar and Dan Pubal for finding this gem. We did the requisite activities: beach, golf, fishing, the latter two with little success. But the scenery was spectacular and the weather unusually mild for July in SC. The ride home was a 15-hour white-knuckle ordeal featuring a two-hour truck wreck delay in Virginia and three solid hours of rain on the West Virginia Turnpike. Rain and lightning: Check. Speeding truckers: Check. Darkness: Check. Road construction with barely perceptible signs and cones/barrels: Check. But we survived, and that’s what counts.

Anyway, here are a few of the 300-plus photos I shot. Enjoy! Or don’t. I won’t mind either way.

Sunset on Fripp Island golf course's sixth hole.

Sunset on Fripp Island golf course’s sixth hole.

Spanish moss is ubiquitous in the Palmetto State.

Spanish moss is ubiquitous in the Palmetto State.

Cannons at Fort Moultrie

Cannons at Fort Moultrie

Cannon wheels at Moultrie

Wheels help make the cannons a tad more maneuverable.

This is the church where Mrs. AkronDave and I had our "pre-marriage" training, which I didn't know until then was some sort of Catholic requirement.  A lovely little church across the street from Fort Moultrie.

This is the church where Mrs. AkronDave and I had our “pre-marriage” training, which I didn’t know until then was some sort of Catholic requirement. A lovely little church across the street from Fort Moultrie. This pic needs a bit of color correction. One of these days …

Inside Fort Moultrie

Inside Fort Moultrie

Mom with Matt and Lindsey at Charleston's Battery gazebo.

Mom with Matt and Lindsey at Charleston’s Battery gazebo.

Matt and Lindsey pretending to be pals.

Matt and Lindsey pretending to be pals.

Interesting way to get a history lesson.

Interesting way to get a history lesson.

Fort Sumter from across the bay, where the Ashley and Cooper rivers merge to form the Atlantic Ocean.

Fort Sumter from across the bay, where the Ashley and Cooper rivers merge to form the Atlantic Ocean.

four masts

You can smell the horses as much as you see 'em.

You can smell the horses as much as you see ’em.

Playing the Tourists at Fort Moultrie.

Playing the Tourists at Fort Moultrie.

One of the many photogenic churches in Charleston, often referred to as the Holy City.

One of the many photogenic churches in Charleston, often referred to as the Holy City.

Here's DeAnne trying to still my photo. Busted!

Here’s DeAnne trying to steal my photo. Busted!

flowers and Spanish moss

Folks in Charleston love their statues.

Folks in Charleston love their statues.

The World's Last Functioning Payphone has Matt understandably perplexed.

The World’s Last Functioning Payphone has Matt understandably perplexed.

A dashboard view of the bridge that replaced the rickety old span over the Ashley/Cooper rivers.

A dashboard view of the bridge that replaced the rickety old span over the Ashley/Cooper rivers.

Yes, a giant golf ball teed up.

Yes, a giant golf ball teed up.

Our backyard

Our backyard

Andrew manages to not ditch the golf cart as Lindsey navigates.

Andrew manages to not ditch the golf cart as Lindsey navigates.

Awww, baby gator

Awww, baby gator

Ooooh, mama gator. Only about four feet, but I'm not gonna mess.

Ooooh, mama gator. Only about four feet, but I’m not gonna mess.

Clammin'

Clammin’

The paparazzi gather to see Dan cast. Quite the spectacle.

The paparazzi gather to see Dan cast. Quite the spectacle.

Lots of egrets, pelicans and more, but mercifully few gulls.

Lots of egrets, pelicans and more, but mercifully few gulls.

Gone fishin' with Lea, Dan and Matt

Gone fishin’ with Lea, Dan and Matt

I've not seen this bird before. Any experts out there?

I’ve not seen this bird before. Any experts out there? My lack of focus in this pic doesn’t help.

Our Gang of 15

Our Gang of 15

About the only thing we netted was a gooberfish.

About the only thing we netted was a gooberfish.

Don and Andrew come to rescue us from our fishing misadventures.

Don and Andrew come to rescue us from our fishing misadventures.

Fore!

Fore!

Matt takes a swing. Fortunately, there are no photos of me golfing. Be glad. It wasn't pretty.

Matt takes a swing. Fortunately, there are no photos of me golfing. Be glad. It wasn’t pretty.

Yes, they tag and catalog the deer on Fripp Island. I'm guessing this is a yearling. Spots are gone, but it's still pretty small. Dainty, even.

Yes, they tag and catalog the deer on Fripp Island. I’m guessing this is a yearling. Spots are gone, but it’s still pretty small. Dainty, even.

Two rugged anglers plying their trade. Or something like that.

Two rugged anglers plying their trade. Or something like that.

Matt bagged this barely visible eel in the pond.

Matt bagged this barely visible eel in the pond.

Lizard-dude!

Lizard-dude!

And now for a couple more sunsets …

Southern Gothic sunset 2

Southern Gothic sunset 3

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