As you saw from the previous post, we jaunted to the beach on the spur of the moment. We were a little worried about the traffic from the second bike week and/or Memorial Day revelers but it wasn’t too bad. From where we live, we can make it to Myrtle Beach State Park without ever getting on the main highway. It was late enough we could bring the dog, and this was her first ever trip to the ocean. She’s been on the shore of Lake Michigan but never the Atlantic. It was fun and exactly the kind of thing I’d hoped would be a part of our lives here. If we go to the beach on random evenings and weekends all summer, I’d be delighted.