I thought I wanted to see Myrtle Beach and dip my toes into the Atlantic there, but when I arrived I discovered that it consists of a whole lot of buildings and roads. I suppose I could have wandered the beach and found some nicer places bu the drizzly weather and my own lassitude combined to convince me that lounging was a better use of my time. I parked on the edge of the WM lot next to a pond to give the cats something to look at. Butch enjoyed the live theatre.
I had been wanting a box to hold the crap I use often that spends most of its time sitting on the couch-bench. I selected one sturdy enough for Butch to use as a seat to allow him to look out the window without meerkatting.
Bo, on the other hand, doesn't quite fit...
After staying a couple days I drove up the coast to discover that Myrtle Beach appears to be the mini-golf capital of the south. Every block sported one or two giant structures spouting 7-eleven-slurpee-blue water over plastic cliffs. Weird that people would live on a beach and yet want to spend time playing miniature golf.
Traveled all the way to North Carolina before finding another place to wait out a stretch of hot weather
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