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Our Kiawah Experience
by Paris Sterrett
My wife and I stumbled onto Kiawah 32 years ago in March in the dark. We had heard the name and traveled down the
treacherous 17-mile road that seemed to go on forever to find a 10,000 acre oasis. We found a room at the former inn and
woke up the next morning to see herons, egrets, cormorants, anhingas and a verdant Marsh Point Golf Course. There were
not many people around. Governor’s Drive only went as far as the area that would one day become the Osprey Point Golf
Course. We toured a little and the next day we rode our bikes along the beach to the far end of the Island, gathering sand
dollars along the way. Thinking that it would be fun to return by land, we headed inland and rode through the maritime
forest where the number of birds almost made it scary. We heard constant rustling in the overgrowth. What if a bobcat
attacked us? There would be no one around to rescue us. Our surroundings were quiet and peaceful, but we worried that
we might be lost. We questioned why we had ever started