I have tippy -toed across the warm sand, sunk sheepishly into the pluff mud, hopped one-legged down the steaming boards of the docks, and flip -flopped shuffled through the tributaries but not until recently have I seen Beaufort from the clouds.

Perspective is everything.

From the bow of a boat I feel powerful and small all at the same time, from the dock I feel content, from the edge of the shore I feel protected, and from underneath the Live Oaks, I feel an overwhelming sense of belonging.

From the clouds looking down, I feel an unmistakable connection to HOME. Having lived all over the world, all over the country, from big cities to one horse towns, it is apparent I am finally home.

Peeking through the clouds, Beaufort shines. The waterways curve and wind through the sea grass with ballerina grace. The waves crash against the beaches as if a reminder that there is a consistency even in the most changing of times.

Our small little waterfront town commands attention even from 6,000ft. It is special, period.

If you haven't seen Beaufort South Carolina, really seen Beaufort, you owe it to yourself, your eyes, and your family to hurry on over, across, down, or up. It is more than a town.

Happy Travels.