Tim at the lowest point in the Palmetto State.
Whew, I'm cutting it close. I had taken Supplemental Trip S2 to High Point, NC, on the way to Nashville for Thanksgiving, but I was not satisfied with this potential stretching of the rules. In declining my offer of going to the lowest point in Illinois, my friend Scott suggested that I could paradoxically extend my streak by ending it and thereby visiting a personal "low point." While I liked this at the time, in looking back on it, I realized that that low point would actually come in December, looking back on a November lived only in the middle. But thankfully, all this became moot when Tim came through for me on the last day of November, agreeing to head down to the lowest point in South Carolina, which we took to be Myrtle Beach.
On the way we passed through South of the Border, which really makes Myrtle
Beach look classy.
We were really surprised at the number of people leaving Myrtle Beach on Sunday morning. It would not have struck us
that Myrtle Beach would be a good Thanksgiving weekend get away, but then again, we were going there ourselves, weren't we?
It was quite strange to see a place like Myrtle Beach, so obviously designed to cram thousands of people as closely as
possible into the same place, so empty. Several hotels and restaurants were closed and would remain so for at least the
next three months. There were more seagulls than people on the beach.
