Six loads of laundry. Check.
Charlie and Clare discovered the arcade next to the laundry room and dropped some serious coin.
This was home-base for four of us for about 8 hours today:
Natalie declared it to be "too hot" outside and helped herself to the air conditioning and wifi from the Starbucks in the lobby.
Clare shut the water park down.
For dinner, we drove down to the Myrtle Beach Boardwalk, where the high-rise hotels are all neon lights and pastel paint; the landscape looks like a pop-art painting. There's a 200-foot Ferris wheel with 42 enclosed gondolas, and the kids were looking forward to taking a ride on it, but just as we got there, the wind picked up and an intense storm blew in. We ducked into the nearest themed restaurant (you can't spit without hitting one on the boardwalk), and took a table on the covered deck while the waiters scrambled to roll down the rain flaps. Lightning lit up the sky, thunder roared, the wind howled, and the power even flickered out for a moment, and while the other diners carried on as if nothing really extraordinary was happening, Charlie and Clare sobbed that we were all going to die. (Gee, how did we raise such excitable kids? See "Day 7: Cape Lookout Lighthouse.")
The storm passed by the time we finished dinner, but the Ferris wheel wasn't up-and-running again, yet, so we headed back to the hotel and threw these exhausted kids into bed. Tomorrow, we're on the move again.
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