A collection of photography and exploration focusing on Upstate South Carolina and beyond.
A loud explosion with accompanying car alarms woke me up. With the same mindset as those throngs I criticized last night, I stepped outside to see what was happening. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary (at least, for Myrtle Beach) so I stepped down to the lobby for coffee.
The day started incredibly hot and muggy, and never once relented. we decided to hit the beach early, before the crowds and the hottest part of the day. With TS Franklin off the coast, the surf was pounding, and I got several very good rides on the waves.
I guess if you have the only oceanfront room available on the Grand Strand, you can charge pretty much anything you please for it. Such must be the case for the rathole of a room that we have at the Driftwood Lodge. It seem clean enough, but is in very bad repair with mold on the ceiling, buckling sheetrock, etc.