{"id":21546,"date":"2017-05-23T11:25:58","date_gmt":"2017-05-23T15:25:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tourdebocrie.com\/?p=21546"},"modified":"2017-05-23T11:29:38","modified_gmt":"2017-05-23T15:29:38","slug":"day-32-monday-may-22-georgetown-to-myrtle-beach-south-carolina","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tourdebocrie.com\/?p=21546","title":{"rendered":"Day 32. Monday, May 22. Georgetown to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina"},"content":{"rendered":"

Right out of the door, \"\"<\/a>we hit the very busy Highway 17; all the trucks and cars that stayed home to make our ride enjoyable yesterday, were out in force this morning. \u00a0The transition from a quiet hotel room to the steady scream of traffic was a little rattling. \u00a0That and three bridges, \"\"<\/a>one being a tall bridge over the Intercoastal, in the first two miles made for a frantic start.<\/p>\n

Once we settled in to the rhythm of the traffic and found our space \"\"<\/a>on the shoulder (a very creative rumble strip), we slowed our frantic pace and took in the day.\"\"<\/a>\u00a0The morning was thick as pea soup, the humidity hung in the air like Spanish Moss on the trees; we were dripping.<\/p>\n

Less than an hour out, the speed limit dropped to 45 mph, we lost the rumble strip\u00a0and could relax and enjoy the sites and our tailwind. \u00a0We biked through the outskirts of Pawleys Island, seeing only the entrances to\u00a0grand neighborhoods,\"\"<\/a> but enjoying the creativity \"\"<\/a>of the shops and restaurants trying to….\"\"<\/a>…catch your interest.<\/p>\n

At one point we missed our turnoff for a bike trail, but we were not to be thwarted.\"\"<\/a> \u00a0The twists and turns of the trail \"\"<\/a>slowed our pace, but the quiet was wonderful. \u00a0The trail led into a bike lane through neighborhoods\"\"<\/a> that led into miles \"\"<\/a>and miles of creatively signed restaurants.\"\"<\/a> \u00a0We were beginning to think all the homes we just passed lacked kitchens or at least someone to cook.<\/p>\n

Shortly before 11:00, we hit The Grand Strand – Myrtle Beach\"\"<\/a> in a light sprinkle; miles of restaurants were replaced with miles of hotels.\"\"<\/a> \u00a0With\u00a0our appetites tickled from the previous restaurant tease, we could now not<\/em> find a place to eat. \u00a0A turn onto the wooden<\/em> boardwalk,\"\"<\/a>we found a cluster of restaurants and unbeknownst to us, settled on a Myrtle Beach staple.\"\"<\/a> \u00a0We picked it for it’s slogan (below),\"\"<\/a> but this iconic restaurant\/bar\u00a0has a great history for bands, remember Alabama?!<\/p>\n

The long stretch of\u00a0Myrtle Beach(s)\"\"<\/a>seems to contain everything, but in sections. \u00a0Hotels\"\"<\/a> and colorfully disguised\u00a0garages\"\"<\/a>abruptly stop\"\"<\/a> and big expensive homes begin,\"\"<\/a> then you are back on a\u00a0beach tourist strip\"\"<\/a> in Anywhere USA<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The wind had picked up and the clouds were getting darker, we were anxious to get to our\u00a0hotel in North Myrtle Beach before the skies opened; we arrived\u00a0just before\u00a0two o’clock. \u00a0Though our room was ready, Jerry had managed an upgrade that would not be ready for another hour. \u00a0So the hotel gave us a couple free drinks while we waited…\"\"<\/a>…it’s 5:00 somewhere<\/em>, right!<\/p>\n

A few hours later we were ready for some good pasta, which we found a\u00a0short pedal\u00a0away. \u00a0Benito<\/a>\u00a0is\/was amazing, excellent sauces each distinctly different (Chicken and Shrimp alla Benito)\"\"<\/a> and delicious. (Bolognese below)\"\"<\/a> \u00a0Though it had been a wind assisted 54 miles, it still deserved some pasta.<\/p>\n\n\t\t