Folly Flashback — Benket Drive and a Road Lost to the Sea
Streets drawn on a map are not permanent on a barrier island by Dave Miller | Contributing Writer The northeastern end of Folly offers one of the clearest examples of what shoreline retreat can do to streets, lots, and property lines. Historic plans show Benket Drive...
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Faces of Folly — A Place to Belong
After a career supporting the military around the world, Deana Dockery found a home and a new purpose on Folly Beach My wife, Kim, met Deana Dockery at Yappy Hour, the unofficial daily 5:30 p.m. gathering at the dog park on Fifth Block East. It’s a wonderful way for...
Folly Field Notes — Why Do our Tides Vary So Much?
And what causes a King Tide anyway? A few mornings ago, I left for work, windows down, enjoying the chill in the air. The road winds right next to the marsh, and for the last few weeks, the sunrise has been perfectly timed for my drive to take my children to school....
Faces of Folly — Down Island Vibes
Captain Ryan Carroll brings a lifelong love of the water to the Folly River Captain Ryan Carroll and I first crossed paths when I joined some neighbors for a get-together aboard the Folly Tiki shortly after it launched. Ever since, whenever a large group of friends or...
Folly Field Notes — Fall Colors and Migrations
Coastal South Carolina is an integral part of the Atlantic Flyway When the topic of fall migration comes up many people first think about birds. I don’t mean the snowbird type escaping to the South, although I tried to be one of their ranks for many years. Coastal...
Faces of Folly — Right Where She Belongs
Folly Beach has always had a grip on Tara Glich I first met Tara Girch during a Folly Beach festival. I remember watching a band and looking over and seeing a happy couple wearing Baltimore Ravens gear. Since I’m a Baltimore-area native myself, I wandered over and...
Folly Field Notes — The Call of the Sea
The ocean has a power that can be felt all around The ocean has been calling recently. I walk with the Folly Beach Turtle Patrol, and the last few mornings I’ve been on the beach at sunrise. The water has been glassy calm, an unending liquid seamlessly morphing into a...
Faces of Folly — The Man with the Magic Hands
Local massage therapist Josh Coats has just the right touch Ifirst met Josh Coates through my wife. She came home one day and was raving about this new massage therapist she found. She likes deep tissue massages and with Josh working for the USC football team for...
Folly Field Notes — The Smell of Home
One of the first things a summer visitor to our island home notices (besides stepping into the permanent sauna of summer of course) is the smell. Salty, fresh, damp, and if you’re near the marsh perhaps a hint of rotten egg. Some find it off-putting; I think it smells...
Faces of Folly — Skip Fink
A Life Committed to Service City Councilmember Skip Fink on the promise of America When I started this column, I told myself I would not include politicians. I was afraid their stories would be self-serving and too biased in their opinions. I agreed to break that rule...
Folly Field Notes — The Coast Before Us
The barrier islands of today bear little resemblance to the ancient maritime forests that greeted early settlers We spend a decent amount of time outside, far from the crowds and out of sight of many of the signs of modern life. It’s easy to wonder how different the...