Back in the last century, , , , we were somewhere between Shark Pit and where Spanish House is now.
So, there was sufficient parking and the 'cut' through the palmettos was not too bad. Well, we're surfing and hanging around in the water when, , , , , A women comes down from a house there and gets 'in your face' up close telling us to get off of her beach. Say What?! Needles to say that we were not very cordial about it. She went and called the sheriff. A deputy showed up and kinda sorta all ready knew what the story was so, he talked to the lady a bit and then came down to 'interview' us. Well, the bottom line was is that she had just spend a whole lot of money on a beach front home and, , , , as far as she was concerned, , , , she owned the beach. The deputy explained the 'mean high tide' and such and basically told the woman that the reality was that the surfers were okay as long as they did not get up on her dune. She WAS NOT happy.