Off the Intercoastal waterway at channel marker 99 lies an island where I have many fond memories. 32.8682*N, 79.6790*W are the coordinates for Capers Island. Capers holds a place in my heart. We started going there when I was very young. We could go camping out there and not see anyone other than the people we were with for days. The tree graveyard on the beach was our playground, the large dunes gave us coverage from the wind. We would play for hours and not come back to the campsite until we were thirsty or hungry. At low tide there were hundreds of mini pools that formed to relax in, we called them bath tubs. And when we tired of the sun we would hide in the woods. This island was a magical oasis, still is in some ways.
One of my fondest memories was when I was about nine. My Dad woke me up and got me out of our tent super early. We walked along the shore at low tide while the sun was rising. We walked forever watching the sun come up, picking up sand dollars along the way. There were so many we couldn’t carry them all. I used my bathing suit cover to make a bag and my Dad used his shirt to make a bag as well and we filled our makeshift bags to the brim! I found a huge horse conch that I still have today. Only the tip of it was sticking out of the sand and I remember my Dad digging it out for me even though he knew we had no more room in our shell bags to carry it. I wasn’t going to leave without it.
That year for Christmas my Mom got us some paint and some ribbons and clear coat and we made Christmas ornaments out of all those sand dollars that survived the choppy boat ride home. My Mom still to this day has some of those ornaments. They’ve yellowed over the years but the memories will never fade.
To this day we still go to the island which is only accessible by boat. We haven’t camped there in years. The island stays packed now and upon arrival doesn’t seem the same. The tree graveyard has changed so much throughout the years from storms that have battered the shores. There’s still a feeling of magic that hits me when I walk from the inlet side to surf side though. A flood of memories fills my heart and I can breathe easier for a moment. We still go out there and I now enjoy spending the time with my parents and my husband and kids. The island may have changed over the years but having all the generations out there even just for a day is priceless.
There are tours available to the island if you don't have a boat. http://nature-tours.com/capers-island/ Or you can rent a kayak to paddle out there, it is a long paddle though so bring your arm muscles!http://coastalexpeditions.com/ Do you have a special place in Charleston that holds these kinds of memories?
For information on island homes near Capers please feel free to contact me at 843.303.2065 or