*a downpour that thankfully lasted only 15 minutes,
* riding in the dark with my way illuminated by lightning (which also illuminated the “Bear Crossing” signs – I SO want to see a bear!),
and as always, a cold beer at the end of the ride.
I wish I was better able to express myself with words so that you would understand what it felt like to ride across the Intracoastal Waterway in the dark, to smell the water, and to see the lights in the distance, but not see the water. To see the huge orange moon and not be able to stop and capture it with my camera. To know that somehow I had to share the glory of that ride in words instead of photographs.
One of the things that was a bit of a surprise to me about my trip to Myrtle Beach is that actually going to the beach did not seem like much of a priority. Me? At the first sign of the ocean, I pulled the bike over, breathed in the ocean air and relaxed into the view. I’m an Outer Banks, NC kind of woman … the Outer Banks is “beautifully natural, formed by centuries of wind, water and sand blown from the Atlantic Ocean, and home to a rich history; a place that inspires a true sense of adventure” (http://www.outerbanks.org/)
Even though Myrtle Beach is vastly different than a less developed beach community, it was during the very early morning hours that I found the ocean experience that I love.
We rode our bikes to the 2nd Avenue Pier, enjoyed breakfast at the Pier House Restaurant, and marveled at the view.
There’s just something about a beach, whether developed or more remote and quiet, that makes me so incredibly happy.
As did this fun time away with friends that I adore.