My brother, Sean, and I left my home in Norman, Oklahoma, just after 4:00am last Monday. It was sprinkling. We filled up with gas and set off on our motorcycle adventure. Four miles later, it was pouring down rain. The rain let up just before Little Rock, Arkansas.
We eventually arrived at Graceland in Memphis, Tennessee. We had always wanted to visit the home of Elvis Presley, the King of Rock and Roll.
It is much smaller than I thought it would be. The rooms are weirdly decorated. They are jammed with Elvis memorabilia. There are a whole lot more gold and platinum records than I thought there would be. There are a whole bunch of fans that wish there were more.
We paid our respects and moved along. Sadly, this last weekend was the anniversary of Elvis' passing.
We rode the rest of the day and then on through the night. We finished up in Lexington, South Carolina. Almost 1200 miles accomplished in just a few minutes under 24 hours time. We met some interesting characters along the way, but that's another story altogether.
After getting plenty of rest, we continued on our journey toward the sea. A couple of hours later, we were at the seashore in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.
And just to prove the point, here's the Atlantic Ocean rolling over my neon white foot.
It wasn't all rainclouds and gloom. A little Sunshine smiled upon us. Well, just enough to leave a few footprints on the beach without an umbrella.
I found a little Princess on the beach.
She waved goodbye to us from her new sand castle home. I hope that someone else found her and took her home with them.