I'm Back.....With a Tale From the Sea

Hey y'all, I'm back. Miss Thang has been repaired. Seems like it was a hardware problem...a chip or a board or something and to think, I was blaming it on Windows. Anyway, I've got so much to tell you. I think I'll start with the Tropical Storm. 

 

Cliff.

The start of our walk/jog to the jetties and back.

 

Last weekend, Mother's Day to be exact, Tropical Storm Ana made landfall at Myrtle Beach. We stayed at Lakewood and had no problems. The rain and wind this storm produced was not bad at all. I mean, we've seen worse. By Sunday, Cliff and I were ready to get out of the house and do something.....so, we drove down to Huntington Beach State Park for a walk/jog on the beach and to the jetties at Murrells Inlet. From the parking lot at Huntington, it's about 4 miles round trip to the jetties and back. We knew it would be raining and that the wind would be a little rough, but we didn't mind. Rain ponchos come in handy at times like these. Especially those thin ones they sell at the Dollar Store. You can't beat 'em. ;)  I got a little excited at the thought of a wind/rain adventure, I'm not gonna lie. So, we suited up with rain jackets and ponchos and headed into the storm. I'll just let the pictures take over from here. Now, before you go getting all concerned....the rain was minimal, the wind a little more, but we were safe. The ponchos almost whipped us to death. Cliff's got stuck to his face one time and he nearly suffocated, but that was the extent of any dangerous perils we met that day.

The day was so gloomy that our photos looked almost sepia toned, with the exception of pops of color peeking out here and there.

I wondered where in the world this log floated up from.

You could tell that it was completely saturated with water.

 The end of the jetties...the waves splashing about.

 

Left over splashes.

 

 There I go, trying to tame the poncho beast.

That thing was nearly in shreds by the time we got back.

 

 We mostly walked, but every so often would start jogging. On the way back, Cliff would jog ahead and wait for me to catch up. While he was waiting, he penned this in the sand. He loves me!

 

Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched? Ha!

We saw him on the drive across the causeway as we were leaving.  

 

That little adventure was fun. By the time we got back to the park, we were wind whipped and drenched and we didn't care. That's what a change of clothes and a bathhouse are for.

 

Talk soon,

Laurie