Ah, Myrtle Beach. When I thought of Myrtle Beach, before any planning had begun, I imagined it to have nearly-white sands, plenty of relaxing spots along the water, and a slew of excellent eateries. I’d thought I would spend a day with my toes in the sand and just barely in the white-waved water. I was wrong. So, so wrong.
Myrtle Beach has a reputation for being a great vacation spot. It has resorts, mini golf (seriously, we passed 15 of them on our way in), family-friendly beaches, a boardwalk complete with a Ferris wheel, and nightlife. It sounds great on paper – if you’re looking for an easy, family vacation.
It’s also ripe with drunken college-aged vacationers in the cheaper (a relative term in Myrtle Beach) hotels along the beach. Catcalls, thrown plastic cups, and fist pumping are the regular on that end of the sands. There are plenty of places to get drunk and lose yourself in the moment; it might be a fun place for spring break.
It is not, however, a fun place for the adventure-seeker or traveler who has visited many cities or beaches. It just isn’t. The city has become overrun with tourist hotspots – $5 tee shirt stands, must-pay resort loungers, and meal deals – and has left little room for relaxing or truly excellent food. Sure, you can get diner food, chain restaurant food, and any number of bar food options, but fresh seafood and local eateries are difficult to find.
I wanted to love Myrtle Beach. I really did. Now, my view is a little tainted due to the extreme heat we faced while in the city – over 100 degrees and 90% humidity – but the only thing I really loved about the city was the view from our hotel room.
– M. Ray Hall