Day 22

22nd.

Lethargy is slowly creeping into our situation.

As we drive north towards Norfolk, Virginia we talk about why this happening.

Apparently Maslow has it right - a safe & secure place to sleep is paramount.

I mean camping is cool & all, but for a month? +

We're usually awoken in the 5's or 6's by a combination of gnawing hunger, a screeching animal, and sweat in the eyes.

Slowly but surely we break the tents down, eat whatever we can find for breakfast and begin to head north.

Per normal road trip guidelines the passenger is supposed to set the route for the day. However, once the a/c is breezing & Black Keys are jammming- there is no possible way to fight off the sand man.

So the driver thumbs through the ipod, texts his brains out, & studies the road atlas.

This is fine really cause we more or less trade piloting.

Lunch is usually our first break. usually about 2. More often than not we find ourselves at Chik-fil-a. Believe me we've done our research & nowhere else can you get quick wifi with such healthy food on the cheap food.

Finally refreshed & caffeinated (when we feel rich) we make actual plans.

But by this time we have dug ourselves a bit of a hole:

-we have limited light to make it too far

-little notice time for friends/couch surfing host.

So, more often then not we'll call all the national/state parks just for kicks. I say this bc we are beginning to notice that these aforementioned parks want $25-40 to camp for a night. Yo idiots! Motel 6 is $35!

Being the case we'll just find what we can find, sometimes this means camping just off a fire road, sometimes a coach surfing host will get back to us last minute, sometimes we whatever it & get a hotel.

This night turns out amazing! I talk Shane into stopping at Myrtle Beach.

Shannon (the EconoLodge front desk girl/lady) & Shane strike up a flirtatious Harry Potter conversation & we end up getting a room for way too cheap. ahahahahah

We lug our gear up there. Pump the A/C to 60 & watch some World Cup.

Before long my itch for activity trumps my need for veg time.

Time for the beach!! The water is 75 & we have 2-3 foot swells. Woot woot!

We run about like toddlers on a pixie-stix-only diet for about an hour.

Then we skim & body board till the moon creates the strongest ripe tide I've ever felt.

What a good day.