Nov. 18: Myrtle Beach in South Carolina was our first stop after saying our goodbyes to Dane. On the way, we met some VW enthusists who invited us to their shop to exchange stories. It seems most couples we encounter are in the works of planning their own cross country trip, though it usually means just crossing state lines. They couldn't believe we travelled over 10,000 miles without a single hiccup. Neither could we.
Though the day was a little breezy, we found a cozy place in the dunes at Huntington State Park to bask in the sun in our sweaters. We splurged for a campsite near the beach (we found Huntington was more lush and less occupied than Myrtle) and battled a band of raccoons who were quite interested in what was for dinner.
The next day was spent in Charleston. I absolutely loved this town and could have stayed a week if we weren't racing the weather. We found a French bistro and, even though we usually prefer to stay away from tourist traps, took a guided ghost tour through the historic dungeon and downtown. The highlight was the old graveyard located in the heart of Charleston- beautifully spooky.
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| Rainbow Row |
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| We were hoping a spirit would show up on film... |
The next day we poked around Savannah, Georgia, Charleston's shady cousin. On our way we passed one deep fried peanut stand after another, and we braked for cider. I couldn't get enough of the mossy oak trees all around us. Since I was on a cemetery high from last night's tour, we visited Bonaventure Cemetery, the country's most photographed cemetery for good reason. There was an abundance of old angel headstones, and though most graves didn't date back as old as the ones in Charleston, the place was heavy with history. We spent the evening walking the trolley route and dining in the Pirate House, now a cheesy restaurant that was once a troubled hot spot.
After a neighborhood overnight, we spent the morning in the park basking in the heat, Ben reading while I went for a jog to admire more moss. Seriously, I cannot get enough of these trees.
Nearby Jekyll Island in Georgia was home for the weekend. We were forced to stay in a campground amongst a sea of RV's, but fortunately we nabbed a back corner spot semi-isolated. The more we travel along, the more we seek out solitude, it seems. We spent the day painting on the beach until rain forced us back to the bus for an afternoon snooze. That evening we were amused to learn our camp neighbors were Federal Law Enforcement cadets and they were fascinated with our bus life. The up side of paying money to sleep at campsites is the laundry and shower facilities. We were due.
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