There it lies, off the northern tip of Isle of Palms, just below Capers. It’s a rugged environment, home to a green development spearheaded by John Knotts back in the ’90s. Not many houses were ever built, which keeps the no-car island quiet and as native as a “developed” barrier island can get. The only way to get there is by a ferry that leaves from IOP, and to get on the ferry, you must have a pass from one of the island residents. It’s a shame for us lowly mainlanders, ’cause the island is ripe for wildlife watching. The pristine beaches are a shell collector’s dream — keyhole urchins, lettered olives, and whelks sit untouched. The nature of the place runs wild and free. If you can’t make friends with any of the island folk by hanging around the ferry landing, you can make a trek over to Capers, which is a heritage preserve run by the S.C. Department of Natural Resources. It’s even more unspoiled than Dewees. You’ll just need a boat and a permit if you plan to spend the night.