Cheesemageddon

We are at Huntington Beach State Park, near Murells Inlet, South Carolina (map). This is now a very familiar stop for us, so much so that we had no concerns arriving after dark last night, a rarity for us. That had not been our plan, but it's the way things developed. This place is spendy, by our standards, at over $31 per night for just 30 amps of power. But it's still the best deal on the strand, so we were happy to snag a spot.

The late arrival was partly due to a late departure from Wilmington. That was intentional -- we had a good free WiFi connection there, and without being able to scope out our pre-assigned space here, there was a good chance we would not get on line. As it turned out, our space is in the open rather than under the trees, and we had no problem getting on line once we were parked.

Mostly, though, the lateness was due to the fuel stop. For starters, we had to fight our way through the high-season traffic into Myrtle Beach, rather than bypassing it on the highway. Next, the gas station that was reported to have $3.399 diesel in fact had $3.599 diesel, one of the problems with user-reported pricing sites. So after jockeying around to get into the tiny station in the first place, we had to head right back out for a backup choice a couple of miles away -- in the wrong direction -- with $3.459 diesel.

That station turned out to be much easier to access, and we had the place mostly to ourselves. Which was good, because we were there a looooong time. Even when things go perfectly, it often takes half an hour to 45 minutes to dispense 200 gallons from an automobile-sized dispenser. That's if you can pump it in one sitting, but almost no gas station will allow a single transaction of $750. So the first delay was the cashier calling her manager off site to ask how to run the card. She informed me that she'd have to split it into $350 transactions.

No problem, but by fiddling around with the register to figure this out, Discover shut my card off as a fraud prevention measure. So five minutes go by while I get the card turned back on. She runs the $350 and we're off to the races. This turns out to be among the slower automotive dispensers, and it takes over 20 minutes to put 80 gallons in. Right at 80.00 gallons, the dispenser shuts down, and will not restart. Now mind you, she's already charged my card $350, but the pump has shut off at $276.72. More phone calls to the manager, and eventually they figure out that their system has a built-in cut-off at 80 gallons, presumably for safety reasons, that they can not override.

Back to the register to refund $73.28, then charge another $276 for the next round. 20 minutes later and we can run the last $195, for a total of 216 gallons of fuel, enough to bring our tank up to 7/8 full. This is the cheapest fuel we will see for quite a while, and we wanted to take full advantage of it. But the end result was that we were at the gas station for well over an hour, and between that and the extra stop we were a full hour behind our original plan.

That put us through Myrtle Beach and the gauntlet of cheese-ball tourist attractions right at dinner hour; a couple of traffic lights changed three times before we made it through. It was nearly 7pm by the time we hit Murrells Inlet, and we ended up stopping for dinner before heading to the park. At that hour, we did not want to have to get set up and pull a scooter out to go back for dinner, nor did we feel like cooking after a long gnarly day. The dinner stop finally put us into the park just after dark.

It's a lovely park, as I have written in the past. But we haven't left the bus since we arrived, and in just four minutes it will be checkout time and we will need to continue south to Charleston.

Photo by catchesthelight, used under a Creative Commons license.