For a number of years, Rick and I have been coming to Myrtle Beach for his annual trade show. We missed a few years and returning was like seeing an old friend where you always have a good time.
Actually, that happened -- I saw an old friend (human) and had a wonderful time!
Our destination was a new motel (to us), the Sea Echo, a block from the beach and a few blocks from the convention center so we could walk everywhere. It wasn't fancy and could use a couple of inside cosmetic improvements but the owners were great and you couldn't beat the convenience, location or price.
We arrived after a ten hour trip from Columbus and we were pooped! (The drive through the gorgeous states of West Virginia and Virginia was breathtaking. Hearts out to those in WV and other parts of the South dealing with the aftermath of the recent terrible storm.) But a walk on the beach does a lot to cure that!
Rick had to teach a seminar the next day but a friend from my PBS days who lives in Columbia came down for the day. I hadn't seen Maryanne since I retired! We talked as though it had been yesterday, then enjoyed time on the beach. (This is what happens when you open your camera lens in SC humidity after being inside air-con!)
Did I mention the beach? It's glorious! Huge, crashing waves that slap you down. Everyone in the water seems as though they are each other's best friend -- young or old!
This is what happens when you get to Myrtle. You walk between the condos on Ocean Boulevard, over a boardwalk and see a view of the ocean through the tall grass.
Then it's this. Row after row of colorful umbrellas!
And then this! Yes, that's Rick, riding the waves!
Should you turn around you see condos like this -- miles and miles of them, up and down the beach!
Maryanne brought bubbles that floated in the air! Perfect!
She also brought a bottle of prosecco so we could toast to our mutual blog friend and inspiration, Vivian Swift. Maryanne won Vivian's drawing for some of her glorious original art and we wanted to celebrate both having Vivian Swift originals! (Unfortunately, she didn't think she should imbibe before riding home that evening, so she left the prosecco for Rick and me. We did imbibe!
Our dinner on the porch that night was the best of the Piggly Wiggly -- some cheese, meat, and in lieu of a real baguette, Italian bread in a wrapper. Not the best, yet exactly what we wanted -- to sit on our porch and enjoy the warm but breezy evening.
There is more to Myrtle than the beach. In the distance we saw the skywheel.
And some of the flowers are drop-dead gorgeous -- just blooming on any old bush!
But truth be told, to me, it's all about the ocean, the umbrellas, the beach.
Footprints in the sand.
Stacked up beach chairs.
Walking on the beach at dusk.
And watching the almost-full moon...
While holding hands.
I sure am glad Rick decided to take me along!
And this one?
It says it all.
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