After the meet up in Charleston, we headed north through Myrtle Beach. We didn’t really need to drive though this town because the straightest and fastest route to Charlottesville is the interstate. But we wanted to see the real south, not just some highway.
After cruising the strip on Myrtle Beach, we kept going north. We ate at a BBQ joint along the beach. The sauces are really different down in the South. Not my bag, but still tasty.
It started raining and it was getting dark. We pulled off to fill up the tank under a bank canopy.
Then the impossible happened. Glenn let Nick drive for a few hours.