Post by Hermy on Apr 26, 2006 0:01:13 GMT -5
Well, as promised in another thread, here's my story about Edisto.
When I was 14, my mom, brother, a couple of friends, and I all went to Edisto to camp. It was August, and we couldn't get a campsite in the main campground on the beach, so we were put in overflow. Not exactly the beach. It's a lovely spot, but very shady/tree-filled, and near water (not the ocean) so it was a breeding ground for those Hermy-loving insects - SKEETERS. They ate me up - I counted like 60-something bites on my legs by the time we finally got a beach site. That was the good news - no skeeters. But my vacation did not improve.
One day I was in the ocean with one of the friends with us. This person just happened to not know how to swim, which came in handy when a jelly-fish the size of Moby I would like take this opportunity to let everyone know that I have no brain. wrapped itself around both of my poor, bite-ridden legs. Pain. Pain Pain PAIN. 'Nuff said. So my mom went to the store and I got to be sprinkled with meat tenderizer.
But, my dear friends, my story does not end here. Oh no. On our last night, we took a sunset walk on the beach, where I promptly stepped on a shredded Coke can half-buried in the sand. Once the bleeding stopped and I had hobbled back to our campsite, I gave thanks that we were leaving the next day. Unfortunately, the repercussions were not done. Once home, I had to have a tetnis shot (the most painful shot ever - feels like you've been punched in the arm, not just a small prick). Also, it was the start of band camp the next week, so I spent two weeks in the sun with my doubly itchy legs (yes, I still have not figured out which itches more- jellyfish sting or 60-odd skeeter bites). And yes, you could see where the tentacles had been so I had striped legs for two weeks that were shown to perfection in shorts because no matter what my legs looked like I was no going to wear jeans in August.
All that said, though, I'd love to get back down there someday.
When I was 14, my mom, brother, a couple of friends, and I all went to Edisto to camp. It was August, and we couldn't get a campsite in the main campground on the beach, so we were put in overflow. Not exactly the beach. It's a lovely spot, but very shady/tree-filled, and near water (not the ocean) so it was a breeding ground for those Hermy-loving insects - SKEETERS. They ate me up - I counted like 60-something bites on my legs by the time we finally got a beach site. That was the good news - no skeeters. But my vacation did not improve.
One day I was in the ocean with one of the friends with us. This person just happened to not know how to swim, which came in handy when a jelly-fish the size of Moby I would like take this opportunity to let everyone know that I have no brain. wrapped itself around both of my poor, bite-ridden legs. Pain. Pain Pain PAIN. 'Nuff said. So my mom went to the store and I got to be sprinkled with meat tenderizer.
But, my dear friends, my story does not end here. Oh no. On our last night, we took a sunset walk on the beach, where I promptly stepped on a shredded Coke can half-buried in the sand. Once the bleeding stopped and I had hobbled back to our campsite, I gave thanks that we were leaving the next day. Unfortunately, the repercussions were not done. Once home, I had to have a tetnis shot (the most painful shot ever - feels like you've been punched in the arm, not just a small prick). Also, it was the start of band camp the next week, so I spent two weeks in the sun with my doubly itchy legs (yes, I still have not figured out which itches more- jellyfish sting or 60-odd skeeter bites). And yes, you could see where the tentacles had been so I had striped legs for two weeks that were shown to perfection in shorts because no matter what my legs looked like I was no going to wear jeans in August.
All that said, though, I'd love to get back down there someday.