Years ago, two buddies and I left home, heading to Nashville, TN.  It was the 4th of July weekend.  We got to Harrogate, TN and changed our mind and headed for Myrtle Beach.  I rode in the back of a Volkswagon Beetle all the way.  I guess we were about 17, or so.  I fit back there then, but not now. 

We make it to Myrtle Beach and then reality hit us.  This was the 4th of July, there were no rooms.  We went to the campgrounds, there were no sites.  Finally, we spoke to one of the Myrtle Beach finest, the men in blue, and asked him what we should do.  He advised that sleeping on the beach was better than going to jail, and we could sleep on the beach.  He gave us his name and maybe a card.  We were ready to sleep on the beach, and sneak a shower at a hotel. 

But, then one of my friends called home to tell our parents where we were and they said his uncle was in Myrtle Beach, at a motel called the Caravelle.  I called home and told my parents that I went to sleep heading to Nashville and woke up on the way to the Beach.  I don't think they believed me.  But, in any event, we looked up and down the beach for the Caravelle.  We found it, and found the uncle. 

I am sure that he only paid for a room for him and his family.  But, they found room on the floor for these three guys from Kentucky for night or so.  That is how I discovered the Caravelle.  I have taken my family back several times and plan on continuing my visits. 

It was a lot better than sleeping on the beach.

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