The Ocean Calls My Name

Here we are again, another winter where we spend a week in Myrtle Beach South Carolina. Sometime around the early part of January the ocean waves begin to call our name. Traveling South for the Winter months has become tradition since we've been living full time in our motorhome. A week at the beach is a welcome change from the Sandhills of North Carolina. Sandhills is an understatement as sand is everywhere. On the flat ground, on the roads, on the hills, in your shoes and unfortunately in your rig. Sand with no ocean is odd to me so visiting Myrtle Beach is a fun side trip on our way south to visit family in Greenville South Carolina. This year we will be stopping in Yemassee South Carolina, near Savannah Georgia for a week and then up the South Carolina/Georgia line to Lakemont to visit Tallulah River Walk. After which we'll be in Fair Play South Carolina for a week before heading back to the Sandhills for three weeks. It will be a fast paced winter but we'll be visiting several places we haven't visited before. Next Winter maybe we will plan to stay longer. This week however, we're shopping the thrift stores and the flea markets. Washing the motorhome and house cleaning. Last but certainly not least, strolling along the beach enjoying the smell of the salt water and the relaxing sounds of crashing waves on our feet. The warmth of the sunshine on our face, thankful for another day, another week to live this life on the road in our rolling home