Some places are more of a surprise than others. When we headed south in the fall, we stayed at Hunting Island State Park in South Carolina based on rave reviews by several RV bloggers. Not surprisingly, we loved it.
Six months later, now heading north in the almost-spring, we stayed at another South Carolina coast state park with a similar name–Huntington Beach State Park. We had no blogger recommendations for this park, and knew little about it, but it looked interesting. It was … and more–a very nice surprise.
To start with, it had alligators–huge armored grandfather gators, adorable smiling-like baby gators, and everything in between. And there were lots of them, very close, swimming and sunning.
This is a “How many gators can you spot in this picture?” puzzle.
I counted five in the picture above, but you have to look really closely at the foreground to see the babies. Here is a close up, with three baby gators.
It was a gatorpalooza. Throw in miles of empty beach and more birds than you can throw a stick at and you have one of my favorite campgrounds in our travels.
The park is right off a main road leading to the highly commercialized Myrtle Beach, which battles with the Panama City, Florida area for the title of Redneck Riviera. So it was a surprise to find an oasis of alligators and birds, left alone in relative peace.
There is a causeway leading to the campground, with cars randomly stopped while their occupants take pictures of alligators sunning on a little island a few yards away.
This fellow was right at the edge of the causeway, about three yards from the road.
Birders with spotting scopes lined the road, trying to catch site of the eaglets in a nearby nest or photographing the birds fishing, sparring, and courting in the oyster beds and marshes.
The campground was a mix of wooded and open spots with two pathways directly out to a beautiful dog-friendly beach.
The park was established as a bird and wildlife preserve by Archer and Anna Huntington, a wealthy and somewhat eccentric couple who first came to the island seeking ease for Anna’s tuberculosis. She was a successful sculptor and he had various interests, including a love of all things Spanish. The house they built in the 1930s, Atalaya, is open to the public, but is in pretty bad shape. The park puts on an interesting tour, but the house itself was ugly, dark, damp, and cold. I couldn’t wait to emerge into the sun again. The land around Atalaya, however, is lovely and, thanks to the Huntingtons, isn’t covered in water slides and Ruby Tuesdays.
I spent a lot of time watching alligators and birds. Their eyes,
and signs of spring.