After packing and heading toward the Fort Fisher & Southport ferry I
saw the dunes of the beach just a few yards away from the road and the
call of the beach lured me. I postponed my departure for a few hours
to soak in some sun and a dip in the Gulf Stream waters of the
Atlantic. After two hours at the beach my rose colored shoulders
indicated it was time to travel on.
The ferry ride to Southport was a quick 30 minutes that saved a couple
hours of driving and gave a good view of the intracoastal waterways of
the Comcake Inlet.
Traveling south on U.S. 17 turned into a crawl near Myrtle Beach where
a perfect storm of poor planning, sprawling development, and coastal
geography have resulted in a single traffic thoroughfare bottlenecked
at a stoplight every 200 yards for 15 miles.
It was good to get closer to Charleston where I met up with my friend
Rayna who has been living here and working on her residency. We ate at
a local hotspot known as "The Wreck" and had wonderful grilled shrimp,
hush puppies, hominy and slaw. As always the cuisine is always
improved with good conversation with friends.
I will be cheching out Charleston this morning before moving on into
Georgia and to see more familiar faces there. Traveling new places is
wonderful, but nothing beats the warm welcomes of family and friends.
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