Not so the other attractions!
|At the aquarium|
|At the Christmas Store, giving ol' Baba a heart attack by grabbing every (fragile) ornament she could|
And, of course, her favorite thing, which we drove hundreds of miles* to see...
|A coin-operated car ride (apparently from Britain)|
(*) As I've gotten older, two great mysteries have arisen in my mind surrounding Myrtle Beach:
1. Why is this a tourist destination at all? There are much better beaches along the coasts of the Carolinas and Georgia, and the Gulf Coast of Florida is VERY nice. Myrtle Beach, on the other hand, is like swimming in a dirty ashtray. Why, then, is it so popular? Good marketing?
2. Given its popularity as a vacation spot in this part of the country, one would think that getting there would be very easy, as in twelve-lane interstates from north, south and west. Not so: the path to Myrtle Beach is a torturous journey along state highways that are often the main street of little towns along the way. Weird...