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The Last Leg

A quick trip down this morning from pretty, little New Bern.


I passed through Wilmington, which is a nice town and they have the Battleship North Carolina there.


Then it was on southward. I passed through Surf City (where there are two girls for every boy), and Topsail Beach.


Somewhere along the way I spotted a North Carolina staple, Smithfield's.

Smithfield's is a barbecue chain specializing in barbequed chicken and pork done Carolina Style.


I couldn't live up here. I'd be eating this stuff every day.

Not a bad road breakfast.


As I write this I sit in a place called the Dead Dog Saloon.


No kidding.


It's a very nice waterfront restaurant in a place called Murrell's Inlet just south of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. It looks out over the inlet, which is just beautiful.


And it is TOTALLY dedicated to man's best friend. The entire interior of the place (and it's a big place) is COVERED with framed photos of dogs.



I love it.


Unlike the crazy, beach town, touristy, crazy, goofiness of Myrtle Beach, which is literally almost too much to take in... unless you are a professional mini-golfer, seafood junky, ice cream addict, or are hooked on surf shops, nearby Murrell's Inlet is refreshingly laid back.


Murrell's Inlet has a little road off US 17 that has a few biker bars, some oyster houses, and...that's about it.


Perfect for a last night before the run home to Savannah.


Tonight's dinner was a dozen oysters and some steak tips and fries.

I met some nice folks here at the DD who bought me a brew after we talked about what I was doing and why.


I've met a lot of nice people along the way.


As I get closer to home, I just wanted to say again to all of you who have followed me, or who have contributed, or who have prayed...thank you.


I'm ready to be back in Savannah. Tomorrow, Lord willing, I'll be there.


I hope this ride has helped some people who needed it.

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Post Script

The ride home from Murrell's Inlet was an easy run right down US 17. For the first time, I didn't need a GPS. It was also the first time since Vermont that I wasn't cold. Finally, I was able to ditch

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A very short, simple post. Left Philadelphia this morning at 0715. By noon I was in Virginia Beach. Tomorrow it's off to the Outer Banks.

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