RV people tend to get up early and get rolling for their next destination. We've not really been doing that. More like, wake up slowly, lounge about, do a little internet catching-up and then think about the next move. This morning, barbecue was on the menu from Gary Lee's Market. Wings, sausage, brisket and Brunswick Stew (natch, since we were in the birthplace of the dish.)

We set off for Saint Simon's Island, Georgia, pushed to the edge of the state once again, stood on the sand drifts and watched the tankers chug into port. There's supposed to be some rain coming, so it was nice to be out in the day with Jae, enjoying some unusually warm weather for November.

We headed to Union Memorial Cemetary next and was surprised to find that the address suggested by the find-a-grave app led to someone's home. Albeit someone's home with a visible graveyard behind their house.

We got our directions in line and had to do a little sleuthing in order to find the hidden trailway to the cemetary. We were rewarded with a long trip down a dirt road which led to a construction area where the graveyard sat, off to the side. Spanish moss swayed and danced in the trees as we walked amongst the seemingly abandoned site. Grave markers were unkempt, weeds and grasses growing wild over the stone. Artificial flowers, apparently on display for years, look as faded, tattered and distressed as actual dead flowers. There was a sense of remembrance eclipsed by forgetfulness, surrounded by the living in new homes that have sprung up in the perimeter. Perhaps some of those houses were actually built over part of the graveyard. That opens up a sea of visuals, doesn't it?

Caught up on some miles today and ended up at the Myrtle Beach Travel Park Campground in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. It's time to scratch the scratch-offs. A multi-purpose, multi-level approach to the fun here. Till the morn...

Driveabout: Day 4