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DELIRIUM.

That’s the state our dog Mica nearly enters whenever we take her to the coast, as we do most every Thanksgiving. I mean, where else to properly celebrate the abundance of the North American continent than the coast of South Carolina. The vast depth of the salt marshes, the endless Atlantic, the miles upon miles of sandy beaches. That’s Mica’s favorite part. So much sand! We went to Hunting Island State Park, where, because we know the place well, we can escape to parts of the beach that we have nearly all to ourselves. Wild places, no crowds. Sounds like Jocassee in winter, doesn’t it. There is a wild bird sanctuary at the end of the beach, where I saw clouds of Black Skimmers on their way south, surely one of North America’s most spectacular birds. Wild places, no crowds. That’s my mantra. ~B