A few years ago, actually more than a few (I suppose I am getting to the point in life where “about a few years ago” more accurately represents say, 7-9 years ago…) years, a good friend of mine shared pictures of her future wedding site. I remember her sharing pictures with me of an idyllic, small, southern, white chapel.
and a quainter than quaint village, called Palmetto Bluff, South Carolina. I was completely drawn in by the concept and the visuals, however, as I am a firm believer, “what’s meant to be, will be.” suffice it to say, this union/wedding was not meant to be. And as quaint as the chapel is–which I can now vouch for, as I actually got there for the first time a few days ago in person, the wedding was not meant to be. In fact, it never happened.
Details, details, but the chapel and village are a sight to see. Do not worry, this same friend has now been married to another wonderful person and they have two lovely children together now. (again ,what is meant to be, will be)
The lay of the land of this place is quite exquisite. Like, “close your eyes and try to imagine what the quintessential “low country” looks like…and you are there. Blue herons, egrets and wildlife-a-plenty mix with visitors and residents who occupy these seemingly unspoiled parts of nature.
The ‘Bluff is so abundantly full of salt marshes and unspoiled rivers, you feel as though you are in a story book. I could have easily stayed a while, but this was a day excursion, so we headed up the road for another adventure to Bluffton, SC.