Day 15: Strange Days Indeed

Heard from Jim. He writes:

The past 24 hours have been strange.  Checked into
what appeared to be a decent motel but turned out to
be far from.  So nasty that I felt creepy all night.
Separated myself from the tissue thin sheet with the
saved-your-ass, Valerie, Yellow Rain Jacket.  Awoke at
2:30 and could no way sleep again.  A peek out the
window showed that sub-tropical storm Andrea had wet
Myrtle beach and probably the next leg to Georgetown.
Rose at 4:00 and decided I had had it with the
park-Whatever Motel.  I intentionally left out the
details.  Packed up and rode to the nearest pancake
house which didn't open til 6:30, so I had coffee at a
service station, snapped on my flashing taillight and
headed south, sans Jimmy.  Have you noticed  "Service
Stations" no longer offer service?  And, if a lawyer
is an "Attorney At Law", what else could he be an
attorney at?  Certainly no one here to ask!

I checked a few hotels along the way and decided to
ride as long as there were hotels and no rain.  Then
the rain came.  I checked into the Ocean Park Resort,
which is terrific.  I'll sit out the rain. 
 
Took a nap and woke at 11:00.  Guess I needed
sleep.  And the sun is shining through thin clouds.
Jimmy made it to Georgetown by noon.  I'll go early
tomorrow and hope for the same weather pattern.
Meanwhile. . . .relax.  Can't get to the locked
computer to send you pics.

J