Coasting on out

Myrtle Beach released us this morning on our own recognizance.

We parted on good terms.

On the way there I wouldn't have known if we'd taken the wrong road and were headed for Nashville or points west because all I could see was this:

But eventually -- although it didn't look like this when we arrived because it was much wetter -- we made it here:

Where during our stay -- although NOT according to plan -- our automobile spent one entire day being expensively cosseted here:

But I don't want to belabor that relatively minor aggravation because on that very same day we finally saw this:

And I did this:

So that I could then do this:

And a lot of this:

And there were pretty beachy sights like this:

And happy flappy things like this:

And we walked the boards and got hungry and ate one of these:

And it was delicious, and then we walked some more and wondered what it would be like to live in a place like this:

And we debated whether these things serve as giant torches at night, and I said yes, I believe they do:

And we admired the fountain stuck in the front of a building with pigeons chilling on it, just above the neon YES:

And I liked this chartreuse British phone box so I snapped its photo, graffiti and all:

And finally, instead of only wet, gray skies, we saw one of these:

And then we slept again in a huge comfy bed that was kind of like a cloud, until it was time to come home.

Happy Sunday!