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.
So how did we get here? There is no good way to get to Myrtle Beach from Greenville. Perhaps thtat’s a good thing. Seems like you should be able to head due east from our house and get there, but no. You have to head south to Columbia, then eastish, then southeast.
The little locales one passes through are as interesting to me as our final destination. It seems that an entire economy has grown up to support those that drive to and from the beach. The beach attractions start as far out as Florence, nearly 60 miles away. One sees not only non-stop bulletin boards, but micro attractions, themselves. The tiny spot of Midway, located between the north and southbound lanes just past the PeeDee River. The Midway Diner is just a memory, but Club Paradise, Paradise Lingerie, and the WaWa Oriental Spa are there to entertain. The Silk Road, the Oregon Trail, Route 66 – and South Carolina has Highway 76/501.
As we approached the town of Conway, the traffic increased. The intersection of Highways 501 and 17 was a nightmare, with gridlock and stop-n-go traffic. Ocean Boulevard was even worse, and it took forever even just to find our parking place.
Despite the mold, the room was comfortable, and we collapsed after our long drive.