We blew out of Wilmington with high hopes of a big riding day and troubles of the previous day behind us. While the miles are ahead of us the roads to Charleston are decidedly less interesting with long streaches of road along Hwy 17.
Our first 24 miles was to catch a ferry from Fort Fisher acroos to a cool little town of Southport. We stopped for some ice cream.
Next we made a fateful decision to stay close to the shore and find our way on a shorter route thru Myrtle Beach. The weather stayed clear and the temperature was in the mid 80's but the humidity...wow
The roads were fairly clean although the fine for littering is $250 and this transgression was very costly
Actually, Mike was just trying to demonstrate his surperior riding skills. Sick, I know
We crossed into South Carolinia, with 85 miles down showing on the Odometer and found a spot in North Myrtle Beach.
I asked Mike to get some pictures of pot holes as I am trying to convince one of my better clients that this trip is really an asphalt survey and is chargeable, with no mark-up of course. We have seen tons of asphalt!
The next day didn't start out well and got worse from there. Mrytle Beach was a crowded hot humid place without any good roads to ride.
We were kinda trapped. My bike was much harder to ride and we soon discovered that the Wal Mart tire we had to buy days earlier reaaly didn't fit...it had to be replaced. We found a nearby bike shop, made the required adjustments, had lunch, and tried to agree on a plan forward.
We made to the town of Georgetown. With no good options into Charlestown except along busy Hwy 17, we agreed to get up with the sun, be on the road by 6am and make a 60 mile dash for the city before sleepy South Carolinian's wake up.
If you don't read another post....the plan didn't work
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