Addendum: Day 42: Hilton Head Island

We spent Friday, July 24, 2009, just goofing off. Dave and I started off in the early afternoon by heading down to the beach, which was wonderful. To get to the beach, we walked down a long boadwalk that crossed over the marshes that separated the Resort from the pool and ocean. The beach was one of the widest I’d ever seen with very fine, hard sand that you could ride your bike on, though we didn’t. Being fair skinned, I was willing to rent an umbrella and chairs on the beach. It was dreamy. The wind was blowing, the sun was shining—for a little while, at least, and I was in seventh heaven.

Jen’s family was also at the resort, and they had rented out a cabana. The cabanas were lined up one beside the other by the pool closest to the ocean, and Jen’s folks had rented the last cabana on the end. The cabanas are big private tents by the pool, and each one has different furniture in it. Theirs had two couches and a couple of lawn chairs. After her family went back up to their place, Dave and I joined Patrick and Jen in the cabana for cocktails...




...and a dip in the pool.


Dave spent about 10 minutes enjoying the fan/water sprayer.

It started to rain lightly at one point, so we were able to close the flaps of the cabana and zip them closed.


Jen’s family was having a little dinner get-together that evening, so Dave and I entertained ourselves. Though I spent about an hour and a half researching restaurants on the island, we somehow still ended up at a brass rail restaurant. Boo. It was in a strange strip mall complex that was so heavily populated with families that you would think it was the boardwalk at Ocean City. Most of the stores were gift/souvenir stores and kite shops and the like. There was a guy out in one of the courtyards with a guitar and a PA playing Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” to a huge crowd of middle-aged parents. I was digging it, but Dave wasn’t, so we had to keep moving. While we were on the move, we spotted this store with a super creepy name:


After wandering around a bit, we drove around the island only to discover that it is mile after mile of resorts. There’s no downtown area at all. I was a little disappointed by that, but I was still happy to hang out in the resort.