We left Edisto and rolled out for Myrtle Beach state park. It wasn’t exactly at the top of our list of places to stop, but our first two choices – Hunting Island and Huntington Beach – were full. First though, we backtracked 20 miles to the Carolina Cider shop to get Mothers’ Day gifts. It was a neat little store with all sorts of ciders, jarred jams, and other country-ish things – a glorified Cracker Barrel gift shop, but more expensive.
After additional stops at Costco, Marshalls, and Walmart, we stopped and ate at Moe’s BBQ. They had everything we needed: great food, a kids’ table, and a beer and margarita since it was Cinco de Mayo.
When then passed a dozen putt-putt golf places and three times as many beach junk stores, before arriving at the park. During check-in, they remind you about 15 times that alcohol is prohibited. Got it. Jennifer was more concerned about the copperhead snake warning. They seemed to be having a problem with them, but we never saw one. We, of course, headed down to the beach shortly after getting settled in our campsite. It was a great beach. You’d never know you were smack in the middle of one of the most touristy beach towns on the East coast, if not for the occasional tour helicopter flying by and the condo complexes a few miles down the beach. Really, it was nicer than the local beaches we are used to back home. The next day, we hung around the campground, the beach, and the two different playgrounds. Great park – never would have guessed that in Myrtle Beach.
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