Hilton Head Island

I’ve been going to Hilton Head Island since I was a child.   I have many memories of meeting up with the same friends summer after summer.  It’s a terrific experience being able to now share that love of the Island with my own children.

  There are certain things about the south that I love.  One of them is the huge, old moss-covered trees.  On one of our trips over to Savannah, we learned that people used to pull the moss to stuff their pillow with.  My kids chuckle at this thought of having this itchy moss under their head at night!

Here’s my five-year old, Ethan after he reached up to pull a little moss down from one of the many trees.

One tradition my family has always had was to go over to South Beach, sit on the dock, and eat at The Salty Dog Cafe. They do have an indoor restaurant, but who wants to go indoors when you can sit by the dock, watch the boats, eat in your bathing suit, and have a nice cold drink?

There is a legend of Jake and The Salty Dog Cafe.  In a fishing village at South Beach lived John Braddocks and his dog Jake.  John earned his living as a fisherman.  Jake shared his love of the sea.  Early one Friday morning, John powered up their 36 foot fishing vessel and headed for the deep blue sea.  It was a great day for fishing.  The fish were practically jumping in the boat.  Suddenly, the sky began to darken and the wind whipped to 60 knots.  Then, out of nowhere, The Salty Dog was slammed by a 20 foot rogue wave.  Jake dug his paws into the deck and tried to fend off the storm with his mightiest growl.  But it was too late…..the next 20 footer engulfed the small craft.  Jake and John were tossed into the raging sea.  The man began to lose hope, but-so the story goes-Jake headed west.  Jake swam for 3 days and 3 nights with the man holding fast to his collar.  No one knows how Jake could have known the way back to his home port.  The townspeople built a gathering place in the village and named it The Salty Dog Cafe-in honor of Jake’s heroic feat.  Portraits of Jake wearing his yellow sou wester hat adorn the walls.  His place in nautical history is assured.

This is the newest generation Jake.

You have to be sure to go into Jake’s Cargo and get you Salty Dog shirt!

….or a Salty Dog hat……

The shopping area at South Beach. One of The Salty Dog shops sits on the very top.

Our view of the boats while sitting on the dock, eating our lunch.

These red and blue macaws sit outside of Jake’s Cargo.

This giant chess set sits next to the pool.

….Ah…..couldn’t you just hang out in a hammock by the beach all day long? Especially since we were having over 100 degree temperatures. That breeze from the ocean was wonderful.

Sorry for the grainy picture. It was dark and I couldn’t get any closer. He has played at Harbour Town for as long as I can remember. He brings kids up on stage to do candid acts. They are hilarious!!

My Italian husband…”Hey, yo! Life is good!”

The resort where we stayed had these interesting statues….

After getting cleaned up from the day, we took a few snapshots on the beach.  I was having serious humidity issues with my lenses.

The next day was our last day.  We saw a palm tree that had grown sideways so the kids wanted to climb it.  We had to watch out though because there were alligators behind us.  Just a little bit of the local wild life.  🙂

We went to say goodbye to Harbour Town but it was SO hot that we didn’t stay long.  We spent the rest of our day outlet shopping.  🙂

Oh yeah…..I bought this flag…..

If you have a special picture or memory from Hilton Head Island, I would love to hear it!

God Bless,

Christina

 

 

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