An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Friday, September 14, 2018

Use No. 48 for a Ziploc Bag (or, A Hurricane Survival Tip)

In September 1999 we had just arrived in Myrtle Beach, SC for a family vacation with my parents and my sister and her family. Nicholas was 4 years old, Jonathan was 2, and Timothy was still a fat cherub floating around heaven.

Then Hurricane Floyd happened, which resulted in a mandatory coastal evacuation. As you can imagine, traffic during the mass exodus was horrendous. It took us six hours just to get 20 miles out of Myrtle Beach. A trip which usually takes four hours door to door, took almost ten. We arrived home well after midnight.

Because of Hurricane Floyd, here is a synopsis of our vacation:

Sunday: arrived to Myrtle Beach
Tuesday: mandatory coastal evacuation (packed up and drove all the way home)
Thursday: returned to Myrtle Beach (we still had vacation days left!)
Sunday: returned home (end of our vacation)

It was a wild and crazy adventure, and as young as the boys were they still have memories of that trip--playing on the side of the road when the traffic was at a standstill, climbing all around the van without seat belts (again, traffic at a standstill), and eating all the fruit snacks and animal crackers they wanted (everything was closed).

Mostly, though, they remember getting to tinkle into a Ziploc bag.

Which made it the best. vacation. ever.


1 comment:

Gigi said...

Look how cute and tiny!!! I imagine that was the highlight of that trip for them. Luckily, you had that ziploc bag handy!