It’s been a while since Dr. T and I have been away from home; we ended last year and began this one during a two night trip to the coast, and spent three days on a historical pilgrimage to Virginia in June. We had company on that trip: my brother-in-law and his wife.  It was very pleasant, and entertaining to watch TMIM in the role of little brother.

I am generally very happy in my little corner of the world, but I do get itchy feet from time to time, and it was very clear that my spouse needed, and very much deserved, a break. It came in the form of another two night stay at the coast, this time in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

The destination might not have been my first choice, but I threw a few things in our common suitcase packed with an open mind. Did it matter where we were going? Probably not. The point was to go.

I love a road trip, under the right conditions: good weather, a destination attainable in less than a day’s time, scenery, and good company. I got them. Dr. T did the driving, and was agreeably flexible when I botched the navigation (I told you he was good company.)

Our hotel was a block from the beach, and within sight of the water, as well as the Sky Wheel and other boardwalk attractions. It might have been miserably congested Mid-July, but Mid-October, it was convenient and scenic.

We enjoyed a snack and a drink at a restaurant on a pier while we made plans for dinner. It was an early night, followed by a lazy morning, including a large and delicious breakfast and a long walk on the beach.

After another snack (vacation dietary laws) we headed out in search of the perfect putt-putt golf course. My marginal navigation kicked in (N. King’s Highway? S. King’s Highway?  whatever) and we ended up at the wrong course. Which we played twice. I would have gone again, but my better half displayed better sense.

Back to the restaurant on the pier for a pre-sunset drink, followed by a dinner of oysters and crab legs at a joint some miles up the road in a strip mall. (thanks, Yelp!) Another early night and lazy morning, and it was time to hit the road for home.

I couldn’t sweet talk my way into any more putt-putt, but I did convince Dr. T to pose for some very silly photos in front of a very silly-looking restaurant on the way out of town.

“I had fun,” I said as we got back into the car. “Me too.”

We really need to do this more often.

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