Initially we planned to spend the night halfway between Richmond, Virginia and our destination of Surfside Beach, South Carolina. We prefer not to be on the road more than 4 hours on a travel day but Don was antsy to get somewhere warmer and get there in a hurry. He’s had enough of unpredictable Autumn, teasing us one day with sunshine, blue skies and moderate temperatures and the next, sending us a blast of arctic-like winds, and gloomy gray skies or cold rain. Don is at his happiest when he can wear shorts and tank tops all day, every day. And, the closer to the ocean, the better.
So it was a 7 1/2 hour day of traveling, one potty break and one more for a quick lunch. We arrived to much warmer weather and plenty of bright sunshine. We had barely finished setting up when he was hustling Tucker and I out the door and onto the beach. The gentle waves and seabirds to chase had Tucker’s cold weather lethargy waning. He too delights in being on the beach. We walked to the nearest pier and back, 3 1/2 miles according to my pedometer. Between the long travel day and our beach stroll, we slept well that night.
We’ve paid for 11 nights at Ocean Lakes, one of our favorite campgrounds. The RV park has 180′ of Atlantic shoreline and is situated between Myrtle Beach and Murrells Inlet. Both are popular tourists destinations. We aren’t here to take in the sights though, we are here to rest and regroup from all the sightseeing we’ve done while in Gettysburg, Washington DC and Richmond. Due to all that running around, we neglected our chores. Suite Pea is long overdue for a thorough cleaning inside and out, likewise the truck, and Tucker, well, he’s smelling like a dog.
By our second day, Tucker had a grooming appointment. While he was getting the works, Don and I went in search of a few items he’s been wanting for the rig, an ottoman and table lamps. On our way into town we had passed a furniture store that looked to have coastal-style furnishings so we set our course in that direction. I am happy to say that the store had everything we were looking for. I even picked up a couple of decorative pillows for the couch. Don is pleased with the purchases, he says it makes the rig homier. Back at the campground, neighbors were having their trailer washed and waxed by a local RV cleaning company. Don approached the owner of the company for an estimate on the Suite Pea. He guaranteed Don that his price would be a lot less than the estimate we were given last Winter in North Fort Myers. Sure enough, he beat it by a little over $200. We made arrangements to have them out the following day since he and his crew still had other RVs to clean in the park that day.
First the RV was washed from roof to awning, to wheel rims. Then it was left to air dry for 2 hrs. The crew then returned to wax & buff it. No money exchanged hands until we were satisfied. We were.
So here we are 9 nights into our stay and I’m ecstatic to say that that Suite Pea and the truck have both had their exteriors washed and waxed and both have been given a heavy duty interior cleaning. I even coerced Don into waxing the shower stall, cleaning the Fantastic fans and helping me wash screens, shades and windows. I’ve laundered the quilts, rugs and dog bedding and rearranged the cabinets. Whew! Glad to have all of that behind us!
But it hasn’t been all work and no play. This past weekend was the annual American Heart Association sponsored Horse A Thon. It’s a weekend of camping, music, entertainment, food and horses parading up and down the 20 mile stretch of beach on the Grand Strand. Tucker has a natural affinity for horses. We took him out on the beach where he could mingle with the ponies and he had a ball romping with them in the surf and touching them nose to nose. They are beautiful to watch in the water with the waves rolling in.
Another day we hiked the boardwalk in Myrtle Beach, popping in and out of junk shops and eateries. No purchases were made but we did partake of the fish tacos at the Landshark Bar and Grill, they were very good albeit pricier than at other restaurants where we’ve ordered them.
We also got in a little beach time. Mellow music, cold beer, the sound of the surf, our books, and our faithful four-legged companion. It doesn’t get much better than that. Tomorrow however, is the last day of warm weather for the Grand Strand, come Friday it all goes to s**t. That’s the day we’ll pack it up and move further South.
Here’s lookin’ at you kid…………………..