A column from the road (filled with Harleys)
October 9, 2007
Hey y’all. It’s 4:38 a.m. Pacific Time, here in South Carolina, so says my computer’s clock. Alice and I and tens of thousands of bikers are visiting our daughter, Christy, here in Myrtle Beach. We arrived last Tuesday and will be staying another week before heading home.We really didn’t know we were going to be here the same time as Biker Week, but so far we have coexisted just fine. Lots and lots of middle-aged and senior bikers here; very few of the younger set. However, the largest group of bikers we saw hanging out yesterday was at a parking lot of a shopping center where the owners of a bar had several young women, with shorts and bikini tops, out in front with placards welcoming the bikers in for a beer and music. Very smart marketing!It has been a kick to see all the guys with beer bellies wrapped in leather vests, and their biker Mamas having to hold on to belts or shoulders since they can’t get their arms across the breadth of most these well-conditioned men. It has also been a hoot to watch so many women riding their own motorcycles quite well, may I add. Yesterday afternoon we saw a group of women bike riders being led by a woman who must have been in her seventies all looking very serious and in perfect formation.These folks are having a great time, and are quite harmless. It will, however, be real nice to go to bed before midnight and to be able to sleep with the sound of the ocean waves breaking on the beach across the street, rather than to the roar of Harleys.Yesterday, we went south on the Inland Waterway to a place called Sandy Island. On the way to the island, Christy pulled the boat into a channel where she has seen alligators before. And, sure enough, we spotted one swimming slowly along the shore. As we got closer to get a better view and a few pictures, he simply submerged into the brackish water and that was that.Sandy Island is a popular area for swimmers and boaters due to the sandy beach areas. We anchored about 100 yards off the beach, enjoyed the sun and scenery, and Alice and Christy took a swim while I washed out the inside of the boat. Around us were a good number of box turtles, popping their prehistoric looking heads out of the water, and a large number of fish that certainly looked like rainbow trout. The fish were jumping everywhere. Some leaped out of water 2 to 3 feet high and would travel through the air up to 10 feet before landing. We wondered whether there might be some sort of force of nature that was causing such activity, or whether this was normal behavior. The fish varied in length from about 6 inches to well over a foot.When we went back to Christy’s condo, we watched the NASCAR race from Talladega Speedway on television just like the rest of the Southern red necks around here. NASCAR is huge in the South, much bigger than professional football.
We have been watching your weather closely on the Weather Channel. Pictures of snow atop the Donner Summit Lodge and of some kids making snow angels in the snow, were highlights on the Weather Channel a few days ago. One of South Carolina’s TV stations must have purchased the rights to the pictures and used the same pictures yesterday when reporting the snows in the Wasatch Mountains and Rockies. Oh well, most of the local viewers didn’t know the difference!
Don Juan’s was the name of the former restaurant, on Hilltop, prior to the Cottonwood Restaurant. Bill Palmer was our early bird winner followed by Margaret Perea, Mary De Lisle, and Tom Pratt. Sheila Greeno said she loved the margaritas and Katie Shaffer stated: I think I remember their scratchy blankets that you could throw over yourself if you were cold on the deck. I think Cottonwood still has them! We thank Leah Krone for coming up with the question.Norm and Alan Nicholls of the Nicholls Real Estate Group, are affiliated with Dickson Realty at 11500 Donner Pass Road.