When my publisher asked me to diversify
and write a second series, my heart stopped. In love with The Carolina Slade
Series, I could not imagine building a new world with original characters any
more enticing, in a setting any more inviting. The parameters? Make the
protagonist law enforcement, create some family angst in addition to the
mystery, and finally…place the entire series in my favorite locale of choice in
South Carolina. My mind jumped to my getaway haven, Edisto Beach.
Located about 50 miles south of
Charleston, is the major Edisto Island. You feel the relaxation the farther you
take the two-lane roads from the peninsula across the various islands separated
by tributaries, marsh, creeks, and bays, toward the coast. This is not your
commercial beach trek. You almost feel a hush as you approach, because these
live oaks dangling yards of thick, Spanish moss, the white tufted egrets,
porpoise, crabs and lush growth of myrtle and palmettos, continue to mirror the
Edisto of old, back to the 1600s.
Edisto Island is huge as far as South
Carolina islands go, 68 square miles, but it’s a precious commodity maintained
and protected. Even the rice field dikes of the 1700s are still in existence, along with three
hundred year-old plantation homes that represent the Golden Era of Edisto’s
history, when wealthy landowners and their secluded world across the Edisto
River almost put Gone with the Wind
to shame. You’ll find no commercialism short of a family-owned store here and
there. Small single-family homes lay tucked behind the oaks and azaleas that
practically grow wild. No franchises or motels. No taxis or buses. You can
breathe the air. You disappear in time.
At the tippy-toe end of Edisto Island
is Edisto Beach, a sliver of a town again without hotel or strip malls. Few commercial
enterprises. No chains. No franchises. Edisto Beach proper covers maybe five
miles of sand, but that’s plenty. Nowhere along the coastline of the state will
you find a stretch of shore so secluded, peaceful or condoning for those who
just want to get away and watch the tide. The only partying takes place in your
beach house unless someone creates an impromptu gathering at Whaley’s, McConkey’s or Finn’s, none of which can handle much of a gala. The dress is always
informal, and societal tiers melt away since everyone wears shorts, sundresses
or bathing suits. You shop at
farmer roadside stands or the lone BiLo.
In my years of visiting Edisto, I’ve
learned that the year-round natives gravitated there for a purpose—to leave the
rat race behind. The unspoken understanding is that everyone has left another
life, and that the present is all that’s important. They are at the tip of the
world, happy, living the live-and-let-live life. Seclusion is key.
Why visit Edisto? To get away, pure and
simple. What is there to do on Edisto Beach and its surrounding area? Plenty.
The main interest of the region is
wildlife. Surf fish along the beach or head out to deeper water where you can
catch just about anything your heart desires for dinner. Shrimp or crap the
waterways. Take a tour to enjoy the sea life. Don’t dare come without a camera,
or you’ll miss the most gorgeous sunsets and undisturbed nature vistas you’ve
ever seen. Canoe, kayak, bike or walk. The beauty is unsurpassed.
Visit Botany Bay, a 3,300 –acre wildlife preserve traced back to Bleak Hall Plantation and Sea
Cloud Plantation in the 1700s. The combined plantations grew more cotton than
any other plantation in South Carolina. But what Botany Bay is noted for today
is its often photographed scenic driving paths with live oak canopies and the
ancient live oak forests that go right to the beach, many of the trees dead yet
remaining, reaching up to the sky with gnarled fingers in prehistoric design.
People do not swim on that beach. They stroll, marvel and whisper, as if not to
disturb a setting so untouched by the modern world.
The second interest of the area is
history. The Edisto Historical Museum is proactive in sustaining the genealogy and its lifestyle going back to when
Native Americans ruled the land. Unfortunately the Edistow Indian tribe is no
more, but you’ll see what they contributed to the island and marvel at their
love for the place. The Edisto Island Land Trust subtly yet
firmly rallies to avoid commercialization and over development of this pristine
landscape.
And of course the final interest is
beachcombing. With innumerable entrances to the sand, you avoid the parking lot
mentality so many beaches have. Wherever you are on Edisto Beach, you are an
easy saunter to the water. Walk your dog. In the winter he can run loose. Wet a
line or search for shark,s teeth which are in fair abundance.
I can never be too long away from
Edisto, and when my publisher asked where I intended to set the new series, my
heart leaped at the opportunity to infuse that secluded environment into a
series of mysteries. The romance, the enchantment, the healing power of its
nature left no doubt in my mind that my protagonist could thrive, along with
her readers who almost always ask how can they find their way to Edisto Beach.
When her
husband is murdered by the Russian mob, Boston detective Callie Jean Morgan
suffers a mental break and relinquishes her badge to return home to South
Carolina. She has no idea how to proceed with her life, but her son deserves to
move on with his, so she relocates them to the family vacation home. But the
day they arrive on Edisto Beach, Callie finds her childhood mentor and elderly
neighbor murdered. Her fragile sanity is threatened when the murderer taunts
her, and the home that was to be her sanctuary is repeatedly violated. Callie
loses her fight to walk away from law enforcement as she becomes the only
person able to pursue the culprit who’s turned the coastal paradise into a
paranoid patch of sand where nobody’s safe. But what will it cost her?
2 comments:
After yesterday's snow here in Philly, I really needed to see some beach photos. Thanks!
Yes, I understand! So wise for this blog to post the beach in January. Edisto is beautiful year round, though. I enjoy going most in October and February.
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