Day 1 Oct. 21, 2006
With a twelve hour drive down to Myrtle Beach, Rob and I are up at 4AM and out of the house shortly after 5, full travel mugs in their places in the console. Five o’clock is hardly to my liking, but being retired, I hardly ever get up before the sun anymore.
Over the mountains (goodbye mountains, we’re heading toward flat, flat lowlands), down Rt. 287, New Jersey Turnpike and Rt. 95 past some places we’d like to see on the way back, past Smithfields, North Carolina where we stopped last year at the Ava Gardner Museum (the billboards along 95 make me marvel at her exquisite beauty), and we turn off 95 to Rt. 40 and head toward Wilmington, NC, a city we plan to visit before returning home, and then down Rt. 17 South (there must be a Rt. 17 everywhere we go) to North Myrtle Beach.
We stop at the South Carolina Welcome Center filled with every kind of brochure imaginable, but more importantly, a woman well-versed in everything South Carolinian who answers our questions about a place for dancing and some day trips (as the forecast is not 100% in our favor). We leave with plenty of “reading material.”
Check in at A Place at the Beach—Windy Hill is easy. More on this site in a separate post since I want to review it for you. First impressions are good.
Rob and I plan our evening—dining out at a seafood buffet (they proliferate in this area), shopping for the week at Food Lion, unpacking (so all chores are completed by Sunday morning), and, if our eyes are still open, some time on the balcony listening to the night surf tuck in the shore.
Just a point about these seafood buffets. They each have a name, for instance Bennetts where we went tonight, and then “Calabash Seafood.” Here’s our question. What does Calabash mean? I found an answer in some of the literature we picked up. Calabash, North Carolina is just north of here. People cooked (mostly fried) the fresh seafood on the pier as it came off the fishing boats. Everyone joined in and ate, thus creating a buffet of sorts. Create a place for tourists, and just spread the culture. They love it!
With a twelve hour drive down to Myrtle Beach, Rob and I are up at 4AM and out of the house shortly after 5, full travel mugs in their places in the console. Five o’clock is hardly to my liking, but being retired, I hardly ever get up before the sun anymore.
Over the mountains (goodbye mountains, we’re heading toward flat, flat lowlands), down Rt. 287, New Jersey Turnpike and Rt. 95 past some places we’d like to see on the way back, past Smithfields, North Carolina where we stopped last year at the Ava Gardner Museum (the billboards along 95 make me marvel at her exquisite beauty), and we turn off 95 to Rt. 40 and head toward Wilmington, NC, a city we plan to visit before returning home, and then down Rt. 17 South (there must be a Rt. 17 everywhere we go) to North Myrtle Beach.
We stop at the South Carolina Welcome Center filled with every kind of brochure imaginable, but more importantly, a woman well-versed in everything South Carolinian who answers our questions about a place for dancing and some day trips (as the forecast is not 100% in our favor). We leave with plenty of “reading material.”
Check in at A Place at the Beach—Windy Hill is easy. More on this site in a separate post since I want to review it for you. First impressions are good.
Rob and I plan our evening—dining out at a seafood buffet (they proliferate in this area), shopping for the week at Food Lion, unpacking (so all chores are completed by Sunday morning), and, if our eyes are still open, some time on the balcony listening to the night surf tuck in the shore.
Just a point about these seafood buffets. They each have a name, for instance Bennetts where we went tonight, and then “Calabash Seafood.” Here’s our question. What does Calabash mean? I found an answer in some of the literature we picked up. Calabash, North Carolina is just north of here. People cooked (mostly fried) the fresh seafood on the pier as it came off the fishing boats. Everyone joined in and ate, thus creating a buffet of sorts. Create a place for tourists, and just spread the culture. They love it!
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