When I was a kid, I used to go to the beach for a week every summer. We’d either go to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware or Ocean City in Maryland and I loved them. It was about a 2.5 hour drive from where I grew up (even though they are in different states, they’re like 30 minutes from one another) and I always looked forward to it all – the boardwalk, the rides, the ocean, everything.
Living in landlocked Atlanta makes going to the beach a little more difficult. I think we’re at least 5 hours from the nearest beach and I’m not even sure what beach that is. Jason really wanted to take a beach trip this summer, so he suggested Myrtle Beach, where he went as a kid.
It was about a 6 hour drive from Atlanta, but here we are. Going after Labor Day is pretty awesome. It’s still hot but not crowded at all and all the hotel rates went down a lot.
Our hotel is right on the beach so it’s easy to get out there and then come back in when it gets too hot. We’ve also been doing other beachy things like mini golf.
Myrtle Beach has a different feel than the beaches I grew up going to, though I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe it’s just a nostalgia thing. Still, it’s nice to be here and relax.