Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
(March 2003)



Bob's MR2 attracted attention at the first pit stop in Pennsylvania. A couple of teenagers were asking Bob all sorts of questions while I checked the oil. The yellow car behind the MR2 is one of my chum's car, a Mazda Protegé 5, which I refer to as the GloWorm.


This picture was taken shortly after we got onto Route 17 at Winchester, Virginia. Obviously I took this picture from the passenger seat. Not the world's greatest photography but I was excited!


After crossing the North Carolina border, we stopped at the Dismal Creek Welcome Center. From left to right: Immediately in front of the GloWorm is Steve, then me. Bob's standing on my other side and next to him is Brian (in front of the MR2). Brian always has the same odd pose in most of the pictures. But to be fair he was the one who set the timer on the camera and then darted across the parking lot.


You can't see this because of the camera and road vibration but the billboard says something to the effect of "Get Your Nuts at Joe's." We saw many such billboards and also many, many boards advertising strip clubs, which we never did have time to visit. Hey, drinking and talking with girls takes time!


Back to seriousness, this is a picture showing the parts of the Kill Devil Hill site. The historic sand dune from which the Wright Brothers first flew. The dune is a little different than the one that the Wright Brothers knew because it was grassed much more recently.

Pardon my arm. Directly in front of my arm is a pavillion that they were setting up for the 100th anniversary later this year in December. The wood structures on the right are reconstructions of the hangar and work/lunch area. Behind the cabins (hidden) are the locations of the powered flights. The unpowered flights were, naturally, off of the dune.


In front of the monument located on the dune. I don't know whose clever idea it was to take this one...


After we left Kill Devil Hill, we visited the Roanoke site. According to the National Park Service guides "The Lost Colony" isn't actually lost but rather offshore and thus underwater.

This picture shows the hump at the end of the bridge that we took off of Mercer Island, the home of the "lost" Roanoke.


Finally there, in Myrtle Beach, and it's foggy! Oh well, we had other things to entertain ourselves.


Well in the South, it can't always be shitty, and this picture captures the glorious weather we did get down there. The cars are parked outside of the Fairfield Inn where we stayed in Myrtle Beach.


Even though it was iffy, we had to play some Frisbee! Brian and I are pictured in this one. Clouds threatened but it didn't rain while we were on the beach.


We're all pictured here. That was a wet night. The alligator behind us was at the entrance of a restaurant near the Hard Rock Cafe. The alligator was chosen because Virginia, a small redhead not pictured here, likes the reptiles and the other girls wanted to rub it in that we saw one and she didn't.

From right to left, Brian, Jenny (front), Sammy (back), Dale (front), Amanda, Bob (back), Steve (front), and me in the jacket.


Near Linville, North Carolina there are both a decent falls and a cave. This picture was snapped as we stopped at the exit of the caves. Luck would have it that we arrived about a half hour after the caves closed.


This is nice quaint lodge where we stayed overnight before visiting the caves. I use the word quaint purposefully because all the door keys opened all the rooms.

Immediately after checking in we visited the falls, which were not bad. And it is a small world because we met an older couple who live in Portsmouth, New Hampshire at the falls.


The cave was OK. Not great, not too bad. In this picture Steve and I attempt to find a way back to the Interstate. Numerous captions have been thrown around for this picture. Most suggest that this photo should be an advertisement for anything from GPS to cars all the way to beer. What's your caption?

The reason for the obvious confusion. It was definitely not caused by the magnitude of the cave. But rather probably a result of our exposure to the simple beauty of North Carolina country girls.





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