We came down to Myrtle Beach to visit my nephew Tony. My brother Ray’s son. He goes to college in Conway, which is a little inland, but of course we wanted to stay on the beach.
Gas is cheaper in South Carolina. Camp swamp sounded like an unusual name for a church.
The campground at Myrtle Beach State Park is right at the end of a runway. This c130 made touch and go’s all afternoon, and a couple cool fighter jets flew over too. John at the low point of South Carolina, the Atlantic ocean.
The part with no high rises is the state park. The rest of Myrtle Beach is high rises and a tourist zoo. This is taken from the fishing pier in the park. John took off his coat and rolled up his pants walking on the beach. We walked 3 miles. The sand makes for more exercise.
Gaillardia blooming on the beach. Red grass and palm trees by the campground.
John roasted the brussel sprouts we got on the stem in the convection oven. Didn’t even have to turn them with the convection. They came out really good.
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