I went to Edisto Island and Botany Bay in South Carolina at the beginning of last summer. Julie and I drove for five hours from Atlanta in a camper top covered truck with no AC. Mossy trees lined the drive to Botany Bay, where trees grew out of the ocean (actually, they were dead and covered in coral--but they were still coming out of the ocean at high tide).
There were lots of conch shells everywhere and lots of birds and dolphins. We didn't have a lot of money but that didn't matter, we had enough for gas, peaches, peanut butter sandwiches, and shitty beer. I never want to grow up if this is what being young is about.