Day 2 Sunday, Oct. 22
I thought we’d left a light on in the hallway, but it was the light coming through the balcony door. Guess we needed some catch-up after the long drive. We enjoyed some leisurely coffee and breakfast and watched the walkers on the beach. Time to get up and go.
Over at Barefoot Landing, on the Intracoastal Waterway, a place of shops, restaurants, entertainment venues, and local attractions including the Alabama Theatre where we saw the show One last year and Alligator Adventure Outpost, we remember seeing a wild alligator from one of the wooden walkway bridges. Today we see a swan and other birds, probably gloomy at the threatening weather. We pop in and out of a few shops, and we meet some interesting people. One is a retired soldier and one is a retired Air Force officer. The flyer, now 75, suffered cancer as a result of being in Bimini during hydrogen bomb tests. He spoke through a voice box, but he did not speak of his problems; we spoke of politics, South Carolina weather, and a fellow he flew with from Newburgh, New York. With him we also met two young, handsome and identically attired identical twins from Mexico. When the airman asked what they did, they each gave a different answer. Hmmmmm…. Rob and I love to engage in these conversations with strangers. It’s one of the joys of travel.
We want tickets to two shows this week, Le Grande Cirque and Legends. Myrtle Beach has great entertainment possibilities, but more on these later, and we bought two hoodies just in case it remains damp and cool.
So how cool is it? Too cool for the ocean although we do sit on the beach.
We raise our eyes, and just offshore are dolphins (we know the difference since our shark encounter in the Bahamas in February). First three or four, then another group following and then another and another. We watch the groups frolic by, leaping and struttin’ their stuff for about twenty-five minutes. Fascinating! How nice of them to make our day.
OK, travel sometimes involves adventure. Try this one. We return from a great rib dinner at Logan’s Roadhouse about 8:15 PM to find Rob has no key and I haven’t taken my pocketbook—no key, no cell. The office is closed. We ride down in the elevator and spot a notice warning guests NOT to leave without a key—especially after 8 PM and all day Sunday because the office is closed and even if we call the emergency number, a locksmith must be called and paid for. Hmmmm It’s night time; it’s Sunday. Pay phones are anachronisms in 2006. We walk around the building to see if there are lights so we can ask someone to lend us a phone. Hmmmm Then Rob, that cagey alien, says he has one possibility. Obviously he didn’t lock the dead bolt…perhaps with a credit card…hmmmm Ten seconds and we’re inside! After 35 years, you’d think I would have witnessed all his talents. But breaking and entering????
It’s time for a toast to Rob with some celebratory bourbon in plastic cups which are taken down to the Jacuzzi.
I thought we’d left a light on in the hallway, but it was the light coming through the balcony door. Guess we needed some catch-up after the long drive. We enjoyed some leisurely coffee and breakfast and watched the walkers on the beach. Time to get up and go.
Over at Barefoot Landing, on the Intracoastal Waterway, a place of shops, restaurants, entertainment venues, and local attractions including the Alabama Theatre where we saw the show One last year and Alligator Adventure Outpost, we remember seeing a wild alligator from one of the wooden walkway bridges. Today we see a swan and other birds, probably gloomy at the threatening weather. We pop in and out of a few shops, and we meet some interesting people. One is a retired soldier and one is a retired Air Force officer. The flyer, now 75, suffered cancer as a result of being in Bimini during hydrogen bomb tests. He spoke through a voice box, but he did not speak of his problems; we spoke of politics, South Carolina weather, and a fellow he flew with from Newburgh, New York. With him we also met two young, handsome and identically attired identical twins from Mexico. When the airman asked what they did, they each gave a different answer. Hmmmmm…. Rob and I love to engage in these conversations with strangers. It’s one of the joys of travel.
We want tickets to two shows this week, Le Grande Cirque and Legends. Myrtle Beach has great entertainment possibilities, but more on these later, and we bought two hoodies just in case it remains damp and cool.
So how cool is it? Too cool for the ocean although we do sit on the beach.
We raise our eyes, and just offshore are dolphins (we know the difference since our shark encounter in the Bahamas in February). First three or four, then another group following and then another and another. We watch the groups frolic by, leaping and struttin’ their stuff for about twenty-five minutes. Fascinating! How nice of them to make our day.
OK, travel sometimes involves adventure. Try this one. We return from a great rib dinner at Logan’s Roadhouse about 8:15 PM to find Rob has no key and I haven’t taken my pocketbook—no key, no cell. The office is closed. We ride down in the elevator and spot a notice warning guests NOT to leave without a key—especially after 8 PM and all day Sunday because the office is closed and even if we call the emergency number, a locksmith must be called and paid for. Hmmmm It’s night time; it’s Sunday. Pay phones are anachronisms in 2006. We walk around the building to see if there are lights so we can ask someone to lend us a phone. Hmmmm Then Rob, that cagey alien, says he has one possibility. Obviously he didn’t lock the dead bolt…perhaps with a credit card…hmmmm Ten seconds and we’re inside! After 35 years, you’d think I would have witnessed all his talents. But breaking and entering????
It’s time for a toast to Rob with some celebratory bourbon in plastic cups which are taken down to the Jacuzzi.
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