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August 3rd, 2012

the NER Crotch Sand Index and deer near the house @ 02:08 pm

I'm not sure what the plan is today, but we have done what, in my opinion, is the perfect vacation activity, slept in and veged out so far. I think we're planning on going to the beach later. Low tide is near 3:30 this afternoon, so that should give us plenty of time to get there.

This whole island is a gated community, complete with guard shack. Once you drive on, most people have golf carts on their property for transportation on and around the island. Dean (my father-in law)'s boss owns this house we're staying in. He has three golf carts, one of which sits six, and we used that one yesterday when we went to the beach. It takes about five minutes to drive the quarter mile to the beach and another five minutes to walk through the sand and over into the beach, so it's really quite easy to get to the beach. Like swimming in a pool though, at least for me, it takes a lot of energy, especially when you're carrying lots of other stuff. It's still fun though, and the beach is nice.

Before I talk about yesterday's beach experience, let me invent an index which I will cite while we're here. It's called the . I lived in Arizona, and then Arkansas, and had little experience with going to the beach, so this was all new to me, but one thing that you figure out when you get to the beach is that there's lots of sand, I mean lots or sand. When they say it would be difficult, sometimes terrifying, to count all the grains of sand on the beach, I wouldn't doubt it, just thinking about that makes my brain hurt. Sitting down, laying on, or walking down the beach promotes lots of sand to get everywhere. The heavier the surf, the more sand you get in more orifices of your body. i've had sand in my mouth, my nose, my ears, and yes, my crotch. Hence, the NER Crotch Sand Index. I'll say that the NCSI should span from 1, no crotch sand, to 10, massive amounts of sand in the trunks.
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At low tide, the beaches here are extremely wide. I think ti's an artifcat of the South Carolina barrier islands and beaches as I have heard that Myrtle Beach is similar. Not only are the beaches really side here, but they are very flat, and you can walk out really far, probably because all kinds of sand continues to build up to create these islands. Makes me wonder how they build anything on barrier islands. I know that this house is built on stilts, and they must go way down to secure the house to the land. Beyond that, I don't know.

The surf was very gentle yesterday. the NER Crotch Sand index was not even a 1. I did get some sand on my face, but that might have been because Julian threw a shovel-full in my face, jerk. the waters are oddly warm, and they don't lie when they say they're warm like bath water. True, they're not as warm as my bath water as I like hot baths, but they're definitely lukewarm, probably in the 80s. This is very different than the water in California or Alaska which are freezing. They got me a life jacket last night which isn't necessarily needed, but ti'll be nice not to have to worry about swells going over my head unexpectedly. I'll test it out today.

Last night, we spent most of the evening watching the deer that live on the island walk around. Fripp island is somewhat of a nature reserve, and the deer are protected. They terefore don't have much fear of humans or their habitations. There's plenty of vegetation for them to eat here, and there are strict rules not to feed the deer, but they still come around. I would bet that there are some deer that get fed by tourists or residents, judging by how close this deer came to the house. a picture of two deer taken off the porch through the trees. One deer's name is Elliot One of the dder that was here had a hurt leg and spent lots of time near the steps hoping we would pay attention to him. Apparently, he's been hanging around here for two years, and has been disabled for probably longer. He lives fine though, and he's in a good place. In the real wild, he'd probably not survive. It's definitely wild to have so many trees in the living areas with all of these animals, and then to transition to the beach. Very cool.

That's about all I can think to write about, that and I'm getting more long-winded than normal. More soon.
 
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