I Deserve This

I left Jen holding down the fort while I went off to practice photography and golf. Time will tell whether either is successful. One thing is certain, I need time away from Cincinnati. I deserve this.

March 16

I’ve never had so much difficulty getting out of my neighborhood. The Ohio River is at its highest level in 18 years, so did I bother to check the news about commute difficulties?

As a result my 650 mile drive to Wilmington, North Carolina took an hour longer than anticipated. Because I listened to an audiobook the miles, and the hours, melted away.

Upon arrival in Wilmington I looked at my first pre-selected hotel; contrary to Google Maps it was further from the beach than I wanted. I opted for my second choice, Shell Island Resort, which was not.

view from my room

March 17

I crawled out of bed early enough to photograph the sun leaping out of the Atlantic Ocean this morning. It was a learning experience. I don’t have a polarizing filter so I had to pay attention to camera settings. The lifeguard stand in the photo below provided foreground.

Sunrise!

After sunrise I hurried to Wilmington’s Echo Farms Country Club, where I played my first golf since the beginning of November 2014. Although the outcome wasn’t great I’m not displeased with the way I played — I applied some of the golf lessons I’ve taken this Winter.

Following golf I drove to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I’m staying at the Springmaid Beach Resort for only one reason, the pier.

Springmaid Pier

What’s on top interests me far less than what’s underneath.

Pilings and Waves

I think waves crashing into symmetrical piers is compelling.

Under the Pier

I was pretty happy shooting underneath until I noticed some surfers. This is all so new and interesting to me. I’ve never photographed an ocean, a pier, or a surfer.

Sunset Surfer Shooting the Pier

I had a pretty good idea Springmaid was not going to be accommodations that suited me, I came here to photograph the pier.

More golf tomorrow.

March 18

Myrtle Beach sunrise was a disappointment when compared to Wrightsville Beach the previous morning.

Myrtle Beach Sunrise

Myrtle Beach’s redeeming features included photographs of the pier and most importantly, playing golf with my friend Kay, and her friends Carol and Carolyn at Arrowhead Country Club. I played poorly, 49-55, but we had a great time. In addition to the horrible shots I hit there were also some that met my expectations. I’ll definitely go back to play golf with my friends.

Following golf I took a leisurely 2 hour drive down the coast to Charleston, South Carolina, where even the Old Town tourist areas are classy. Antebellum buildings, cobblestone streets, and great food are just some of the attractions. I stayed at the Andrew Pinckney Inn, which was in a wonderfully charming, restored older building. I arrived early enough to do a photo walk around Charleston’s Old Town. Regrettably I picked the wrong restaurant. I had deep-fried soft-shelled crab. The rock-hard crust was all I could taste. I wish I’d chosen better.

CHS French Quarter

Rain is a big part of tomorrow’s forecast in the Southeast. The same holds the following day. I’ll find somewhere to hit golf balls then base my activities on what feels right. I expect I will sleep in either Hilton Head or Savannah tomorrow night.

Stay tuned. More to come.

March 19

Indeed, rain was falling when I awoke this morning. It was also windy and cold. I went to the hotel rooftop terrace, the fourth floor, where I could see all the way out to the port (Charleston is a short city).

CHS sunrise

With no prospect of golf I loaded up the car for the two hour drive to Savannah, Georgia. As expected, it was raining here too. I had a reservation at a hotel that was built in 1790, but on my arrival I had to wait three hours to check-in. I spent the time eating lunch and wandering around town.

Savannah’s image is tied to moss-covered trees. As soon as I arrived I started seeing them.

SAV - mosstree

Of course, my best “mossy-tree” was photo bombed by a sign.

The hotel has plumbing and electricity, as well as wi-fi. What it doesn’t have is an elevator so I walk up four flights of rickety, narrow stairs to get to my room. My bed is a four-poster and the hotel is, reportedly, haunted. I’m enchanted.

I have a 10:00 am tee time tomorrow. After that I may begin my trek home. I’ll probably make it a two day journey. Once again, stay tuned.

March 20

By a stroke of good fortune I avoided whatever hauntings took place overnight. The rain ended, but in its place was a dense fog. Undaunted, I made my way to the Bacon Park Golf Course. For those in the know, it’s a Donald Ross course built in the 1920s and is similar to one of his courses I play regularly in Cincinnati. The resemblance is unmistakeable.

As I was alone I played a very quick nine holes, then jumped back into the car, this time headed north. I’ve thrown in the towel; I’m on my way home. It was with no small amount of longing that I gazed at the last Hilton Head Island exit off I-95. Maybe next time. I’m breaking up my drive home with an overnight stay in a characterless hotel in Asheville, North Carolina.

March 21

I was on my way out of Asheville with a full tank of gas just after 8:00 am. What should have been about a five-hour drive took close to seven because of two inexplicable bumper-to-bumper backups.

I extricated myself from the vehicle in my driveway at 3:00 pm, completing my 1,690 mile journey. Not long ago Apple Maps received criticism. I’m here to say I got where I needed to go, flawlessly.

Final Thoughts

I can’t close this post without summarizing. I headed South to photograph sunrises and play golf.

what I came for

I did both, although clouds and rain prevented them occurring in the quantities I’d hoped.

Any anxiety I may have had as a single, older woman going on the road without a master plan was unfounded — I just needed to pay attention to my surroundings. I arrived in each city without a hotel reservation, yet always ended up where I wanted.

The downside was that even though I was unscripted, the first couple of days were non-stop — get up, photograph sunrise, hurry to play golf, drive to the next city, look for a place to stay, try to find acceptable food, sleep, get up and do it all again. My vacation had turned exhausting.

Even with that, the good outweighs the not-so-good. I expect to do a similar trip again. Next time I’ll chase sunsets.

The New MacBook

This past Monday, March 9, Apple held a press event in San Francisco where, as expected, they introduced the Apple Watch. What wasn’t on everyone’s radar was a new MacBook.

Despite pundit claims to the contrary, the new MacBook is clearly not an upgrade of the MacBook Air. Even though it has brilliant new features such as the “tactic” trackpad and “butterfly” keys, the “M” processor is significantly less powerful than i5 in the least capable MBA. Existing MacBook users would be sorely disappointed if they replaced their current notebooks with the new device.

Although Apple hasn’t said so, I think the new MacBook is intended as an entry level computer for those who have never used a Mac but have a fondness the iPhone and iPad. People in this category won’t miss peripherals because they’ve never had them. The retina screen will be completely familiar to those whose only prior Apple hardware has been iOS devices.

The trackpad and keyboard advances will make their way into the existing MacBook line. I’ll be happy to have them when it’s time to replace my 11-inch Air.

Another Winter of Despair

feb snowI enjoyed Winter during my airline days because dealing with snow, ice, and cold temperatures added variety to what had a tendency to be boring during milder seasons. Commencing flight on a frozen morning in Grand Rapids, Michigan for example, would frequently terminate at that evening’s destination, a sunny and warm Columbia, South Carolina. The yin-yang of Winter weather over the Eastern half of the US provided great contrast and an interesting life-style.

Even after my flying days were done, while I was employed, Winter was never worse than cold and occasionally inconvenient. But since I retired three years ago I no longer have ten hours of my day reserved for what I found to be engaging. Overcast skies, temperatures in the mid–20s, and wind chills into the teens is pretty typical Winter weather in Cincinnati, which means it’s uncomfortable just being outside.

2015 was a Winter Without Snow until February, then everything changed. First, temperatures plunged into negative numbers then during about a week our area experienced what the news called “16-inches of the white stuff.” Some would envision snowball fights and snowmen. That makes my life sound benign. Regrettably there’s nothing kindly about moving 90 feet of wet, heavy snow so I can get to the grocery. Tonight the expectation is another six to eight inches—and yet again a morning with a shovel. Thankfully we’re not dealing with Boston-esque quantities of snow, but it’s still a pain in the ass.