Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

The longest ferry ride of my life, over two hours which left Ocracoke and sailed us into Cedar Island, en route to Myrtle Beach. We drive along the strip that I have renamed the déjà vu strip because there is always a WINGS beach apparel store, a Bargain Beach apparel store, a sea food and steak buffet and a mini golf adventure place that ridiculous in size and theme i.e. Jurassic Park, Treasure Island, Gilligan’s Island, complete with at least one giant waterfall. Laughing about it, we conclude that there must be an incomprehensible demand for mini golfing in the Myrtle Beach area and a ridiculous obsession about out doing one another on the complexity of their mini putts.  The tada factors look like paper maché gone insane. 

Accommodations for this evening is at a modest hotel further down the strip, but surprise, surprise, right next to a mini putt, but just walking distance to the beach. We check in with a very nice gentleman, laid back with a real southern twang in his voice and a signature “Y’all take it easy, now.”

Dinner was a feat of cleaning out the cooler and that consisted of leftover pasta and yes, the Johnsonville Brats. Since our room was without a stove of course, we were sort of indoor camping as we cooked on our camping stove, but we did so after we disconnected the smoke detector.

We spend the next day beaching and the water is refreshing minus the gashing shell border that you must first pass before you get to a decent depth. As we jump over the high waves like dolphins, hunger strikes and we head back to shore for some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and beer.

The sun begins to go down. Having been in total sunlight and now in the shade, we knew that our beach day had come to an end.

With us being super economical last night, tonight called for a good dinner. Since the thought of sea food and especially steak that has been sitting out for hours didn’t tickle our fancy, we were going to have the next best thing, ribs. Damon’s Grill on the water front, famous for their ribs lured us right in. With a half rack each we were licking our fingers. The dinner was delicious, but the service was outright rude. The next course was already being served before the previous one was done and the bill before we were even done our meal. Oh don’t worry, we left a much deserved tip, but not without putting down our thoughts on the credit card receipt. If you have ever worked as a waiter, you know that all credit card receipts must be turned in to reconcile at the end of the evening, so we knew for sure, there was no walking away from our constructive criticisms.