Hurricane Harbor: Good Mornin' from Beaufort South Carolina. A Cold Morning! Beautiful Town with a Whole Lot of Hurricane History. Beaufort Inn Awesome Place to Stay!!

Woke up in Beaufort, South Carolina.

Life doesn't get sweeter than this.

I wasn't supposed to be here this morning. We were going to drive to Florida which really I can do another time, but there was some business thing for my husband and I figured I'd see the kids and it got rearranged so my husband suggested since we had started driving we could spend the night in Savannah or somewhere in South Carolina by the coast where I love to wander around and soak in the Southern Charm. If you know me, my family lived in the South since the 1880s and parts of my family on my mother's side go back to the first Jews who went to Savannah in 1733!! This literally is Southern Heaven to me as well as a bit of Hurricane History as the 1893 Sea Island Hurricane blew through here literally and many of the old Victorian places here were built after the hurricane or fixed up and repaired after the hurricane. Such is life along the Hurricane Coast!

You get the idea. Block from the Bay.

Hurricane History of Beaufort.

The really BIG storms.

1893 Hurricane Track below.

Late August.

Tracing the High Pressure...

.....then BAMN into the coastline

Note the Sea Islands Hurricane impacted Savannah too..

...and then up into South Carolina.

https://www.beaufort.com/the-great-sea-island-storm-of-1893/ link to an article below.

https://hurricanecity.com/city/beaufort.htm Hurricane History from Hurricane City!

The pirate history here is off the charts as well as hurricane history!

There's that moment tho....

...you just feel so at home.

Like Key West and Charleston...

...but not.

My brother said.......

Has water.

Has a bridge.

Has sailboats.

Has hanging moss.

"I wanna live there"

;)

Apparently Jimmy Buffett slept in the hotel I was in...

Makes sense....feels like Key West.

Then we drove up the coast to Pawley's Island where I danced on white soft sand in my cowboy boots wrapped up in a Sherpa Jacket and it was freezing cold with a wild wind blowing. Love wind, love fresh air, love the smell of the sea and the marsh in Low Country.

I just want to remind you that even tho it's quiet in the tropics there is still weather.