Every year my family gets together for a vacation in North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I’ve been going there–missing a year here and there–since I was thirteen years old. Now all of us kids are grown and we bring our own kids. It’s always a laid back time. We soak up the sun and sound of the surf, swim in the saltwater waves, and catch up on our sleep with afternoon naps safe from the sun in our cavelike blackout-curtained rooms (well, I nap at least 😉 ). These are some photos and edits I made last week.
I don’t know why I’d never stopped at this rest area before. It’s the first one, right inside the South Carolina line coming from Georgia. It’s not like I haven’t driven that stretch of road dozens of times over the years. But today, I stopped. I’m glad I did. The rest stop sits on Lake Hartwell, and behind the mandatory rest stop facilities are a thick swath of trees on land gently sloping towards the water. I got out my phone, of course. I took lots of photos, but these, of a little girl, were the ones I liked best. Her mom was there taking photos of her (you can see her in the second photo)–a nice Mother’s Day outing. They both were having a blast.