a Sunday Drive up the coast

Today I learned that there is a reason that we are always going south to Savannah or east to Georgia, rather than up the coast. I heard all about Myrtle Beach from people in NYC, but really wasn't sure why it was so special... the beaches in Charleston are pretty cool, right?

So, we started driving north. One stop in Georgetown for watery coffee, and on the road again.

Georgetown Waterfront

Turns out, Charleston beaches are missing one thing. Glam. Glitz. Bling. That sun-bleached, faded out, echo of last decade's flare. The entire town had that overwhelming feeling of being worn out by people who were there to use it for their week of excess and then discard it.

Not to say that we didn't enjoy it... not even overt consumerism can ruin that wonderful feeling of barefoot wanders on the strand.