The day started incredibly hot and muggy, and never once relented. we decided to hit the beach early, before the crowds and the hottest part of the day. With TS Franklin off the coast, the surf was pounding, and I got several very good rides on the waves.
The heat and crowds were starting to get to us. We had a very late lunch at a local bar and grill. The sign said "shirt and shoes require." Apparently they have a very loose idea of what constitutes a shirt. The burgers were great and the beer was ice cold. One thing we did notice about MB is that you can’t seem to get away from cigarette smoke, even on the beach.
We sat on the deck outside our room with air conditioning just a short step inside. We watched a throng form at the surf line, as everyone wanted the perfect wave. A brief dip in the pool, and more people watching from the balcony.
Dinner was at Flo’s in Myrtle Beach. This was my fourth visit to Flo’s, and I never had a bad meal here – until now. The place was hot, as opposed to the food, which was bland and lacking any spice whatsoever. Odd for a place billed as a Cajun restaurant.
Highway 17 was another nightmare. It took us over an hour to drive just a couple of miles as we approached the Pavillion area. So far, the traffic and and crowds have born out what I despise about Myrtle in summer. It got worse when we got back to the hotel. There was an emergency on the beach with rescue vehicles. The crowds from the Pavillion area were literally running, hoping to get a glimpse of catastrophe.