James Taylor songs always put me in a peaceful, nostalgic mood. Makes me think of college and my youth. Other artists do as well, but since we were headed to South Carolina, the last state of our adventure before we head home to Florida, I thought I would bring it up.
We headed to the section of North Myrtle Beach where Gary’s dad last stayed. Gary’s father passed away almost four years ago, and my husband has been wanting to spread his father’s ashes in a meaningful location. Some of his ashes were spread in New York on a lake near where they all lived. Gary had wanted to have the remaining ashes spread somewhere in his dad’s beloved other country of New Zealand, but the restrictions on that were too many. On to Plan B.
Gary thought the next best place would be the Atlantic Ocean at North Myrtle Beach, the last vacation his father had taken. We got up early and Gary waded into the cold, morning waters. There were a surprising number of people on the beach hoping to catch a glimpse of that beautiful sunrise at 6 am.
Playing a little of John Denver ‘s classics was a fitting farewell for a man who loved the water and adventure so much. Turns out, Plan B was always meant to be.
We left later that morning, feeling a little sad but having some closure, for our last adventure of our summer journey, Jekyll Island, Georgia, a place neither of us had been to before but had always heard so much about.