1. I drove at least 100 miles in SC and saw only one Obama yard sign. I think Romney’s got SC.
2. Myrtle Beach dozes at the end of October. I saw lots of big hotel/resort complexes with nearly empty parking decks. I’m glad I wasn’t reading a Stephen King novel.
3. I drove 472 miles round trip by myself for a few days of solitude at the beach. I tried to detach and disconnect from my iPhone and laptop. CNN captured me with pictures and news from Hurricane Sandy. I turned them off some of the time, but not enough. I read a whole book in 2 days, though.
4. I enjoyed filling up my Prius next to a big Chevy truck. South Carolina gas costs a lot less than North Carolina gas. NC has smoother roads. I’ll pay the extra tax.
5. The airport operated from 6:00 am to 9:30 pm daily. (I thought airports on the east coast were shut down.) I was under the flight path for some big jets. They came in bunches of 3-4 in a row. Did you know Myrtle Beach has an international airport?
6. Thanks to Yelp and my GPS, I found a nice natural food store in Myrtle Beach–Bay Naturals Healthy Market and Kitchen.
7. You can find a beachware store with cheap t-shirts, hoodies and beach towels on almost every block of King’s Highway–Wings, Whales or Eagles across the street from each for miles. No left turns necessary. They all look the same. Do they all belong to one company?
8. I wanted to stop at “Fat Man’s Dream Dogs and Cream”, but it wasn’t open yet. “Mammy’s Kitchen” was open down the road. I didn’t stop.
9. All hotel rooms should have a cushy comfortable chair, preferably with an ottoman. My room had a small table with 2 straight chairs and 2 beds to sit on. My back and my rear end forced me to alternate and I was never really comfortable until I turned off the light to sleep.
10. Black Ankle Road is an exit in NC on Hwy 220. I looked up the origin of that one on Wikipedia:
The origin of the name Black Ankle is from the late 1920s or early 1930s when gold was discovered in 1928 near Franklin Mountain. Many people came to the area to try to make their fortune in the mine or to be laborers and make a decent living. About once a week, in the evenings after the working day was over, the miners would all climb on the back of a truck or trailer and ride to Star, Ether or Steeds to restock on supplies they may need to get them through another week. In the area where the Franklin Mountain (Blackankle Gold Mine) is located, the soil is very dark, rich and fertile. These miners almost always were shoeless when they went into town and the black dirt from the area, mixed with a little water, made their feet discolored and dark. Everywhere the miners went, people would see the feet of the visitors and say “Here comes the blackanklers.” It was soon after the discovery of gold that Black Ankle, from the miners with dirty feet, got its name.
Who knew?
11. When I got home, the retired man I live with was watching CNN and using Google maps on his iPad to locate Hoboken, NJ. Imagine saying that 5 or 10 years ago.
12. Independent travel is a fun adventure. Home is safe and warm and has my bed and pillow and the retired man I live with. I’m grateful for both.
Travel is often the journey you make to get back home again–and see the retired man you live with in a more appreciative light. Nice post!
A more appreciative light indeed. Thanks for reading.