Myrtle Beach Day 3

Day 3 - Toilet still clogged, and Donald crashed my phone. This means we must leave the traila' again today. We piddled a while and accidentally chose check-out time to make our exit which, upon the park ranger's advice, we achieved by driving in the opposite direction on one way streets. After a visit to Verizon to get one of their "MiFi" internet adapters & Camper World (this time, buying the supplies I recommended), we headed back home, fixed the toilet, and hit the beach.
I'm not sure we'll ever be able to leave the house again without the dogs. They love doing whatever we do. Rock absolutely goes crazy once he's out the door. He circles Donald a thousand times on the walk through the park, and he is too funny on the beach. We laugh the entire time just watching him. I attempted to take some video of Donald walking him through the park so you could see him circle, but it turns out he needed a little privacy (aka he pooped in the driveway of another occupied camp site during the video... I'll spare you...)
Donald and I took turns running him up and down the beach in the surf, but you still can't sit down without being stepped on and covered in wet sand. It may sound like he's about to pass out from an asthmatic attack, but you can't wear the boy out. He just can't help himself. It would not have been nearly as much fun without them.

Oh yeah, and Jazz "tinkled" in the sand... YIKES!

Jazz always steels my towel & lays down before I can get situated to lay down first. She's such a princess! It didn't matter though. Rock soon rolled and wallowed in the sand and all over me, so there would have been no relaxing any way.

This weather is so gorgeous! It's perfect for the beach: warm sun with a gentle breeze blowing to keep you from getting hot. PERFECT!

Oh, and this is how we control Rock in public to keep him decent- front feet must be removed from the ground, altering balance and ability to do the unspeakable. When he gets excited, he has far to many hormones for public display. Sheesh.

We got done on the beach and walked back to the camper to cook out. We bought all our supplies from the little store in the park. It's a great little place, and everyone is so friendly. We had some left over fried pickles from Big Daddy's that we attempted to re-fry over the grill. Eh, soggy... But our burgers were superb! We ate outside at the picnic table, and I roasted us a few marshmallows. (I could get used to this!)

Somewhere along the past few days, we have acquired a new tenant. This relationship is not going to work out. If we don't evict them now, they'll surely fly the coop when we hit the road.

Oh, and we finally wore the dogs out again.

Side note: We are fascinated by our neighbor's clothes line. F-A-S-C-I-N-A-T-E-D! Ha!

The following day, we brought our journey to an end and headed home. The dogs even seemed sad to leave, but when we arrived back home, we had plenty of visitors awaiting us. We simply couldn't stay gone forever; we would miss them too much!

The much anticipated: Myrtle Beach Day 2

Today, I stopped up the toilet... We were planning on going to Camper World any way, so it looks like today's the day!
Note to self #3: Be sparing on toilet paper, use plenty of water. (I had it backwards!)

We looked around inside. I pointed out to Donald all the things we needed to rectify our problems. Although I know he heard me, we still left with nothing. (End result: toilet still clogged...)
Any way, while we were there, we browsed through all their new and used campers. We took the dogs with us. Rock was HORRIBLE, and Jazz was a princess. Translation: Rock kept trying to violate Jazz the entire time, and Jazz got tired of walking and had to be carried. In the midst of the chaos, (believe me - it was most definitely chaos with Rock, whew)

 I found the perfect new camper for us (currently accepting donations... LOTS of donations, ha ha!) It didn't actually have the price listed, but I'm sure I didn't want to know any way. We've been wearing off on everyone, and they all want to camp with us now, so we found something for everyone.

My favorite: the two story camper for the classier redneck... I had a picture, but I can't find it. You're just going to have to trust me on this one and use your imagination.



After returning from Camper World empty handed, we built a fire and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon on the beach with the puppies, sat outside around the fire, roasted marshmallows, and enjoyed the rest of the night. I put a few pictures below from the rest of our evening.

Post Camper World crash... THANK GOODNESS!

Oh yeah, and we bought party lights. Classy :)

To Myrtle Beach We Go!!!

Day 1-----

We left Thursday night and dry camped at a rest area just outside of Columbia, SC. This one, like most, has a pet area to walk your dogs.

Let's just say there were violators, and my shoe found them... Still, it was a quick recovery, and we hit the road to finish the journey.

The kids like riding.

The part of Myrtle Beach we arrived in is covered in camper stuff. Camp grounds, camper supply stores, camper sales, Camper WORLD... Yep, we're gonna go there!
The state park is beautiful! It is covered in trees that canopy the roads, and it's right on the beach.

Note to self #1: Lots of trees make it difficult to park a 38ft camper with a truck that is almost equally as long...

After we're parked, I noticed our first mini-disaster:

Note to self #2: NEVER forget to move large glass jars full of sugar & small glass jars of salsa to a bottom shelf...
I might have taken the hint from the night before when my glass jar of flour & the large mayo jar hurled themselves in the trash can, shutting the cabinet door behind them, but in my defense, I DID move  those specific items.
Oh well. You haven't lived until you've cleaned up sugar congealed in salsa with shards of glass.

After the sugar/salsa recovery, we hit the beach. The stroll through the campground & the walkway to the beach is awesome! Oh, and Donald won't walk Jazz because her leash is pink...

The park has a stretch of beach all to itself, and we almost have it all to ourselves! We came during the time of year that they allow dogs on the beach, and Rock and Jazz love the beach. Well, Rock more so than Jazz. Rock is your typical little boy. It doesn't bother him that the water is still FREEZING!!! He runs in and out of the surf anyway. He thought he was going to attack a wave once.. That may have been a bit colder than he expected (hehe)! Jazz is not too keen on the cold water. She cuddles up with me on a towel on the sand. Relaxing... Until Rock comes speeding by you, stepping on you with his cold wet feet and covers you in sand. He'll flip over and roll around in it. He's such a nut, and he really, really LOVES the beach! We are having too much fun!

We finished up by eating at Big Daddy's Roadhouse Grill. The steak was almost as good as Donald's (smiling)! The waitress had a bigger southern accent than me. (I know what you're thinking, and yes, it's possible...) Loved it! The food really was great.