We needed somewhere to go for the remainder of the Memorial Day weekend. We wanted to go somewhere we could just relax. Marc found an article in a magazine about Georgetown. It is only thirty miles from Myrtle Beach but it could have been a thousand. It is a small port city that was settled by rice planters in the late 1600’s. In the 1800’s it grew almost half of the rice produced in the country and shipped more rice than any other city in the world. Although the rice plantations are long gone the Colonial charm is still there along with a 5oo year old tree. We saw the shrimp boats (yes like in Forrest Gump) at the docks of Independent Seafood. We strolled along the Harborwalk. Not all the quaint little stores, cafes and restaurants were open on Memorial Day, but that was fine with us. It was very……peaceful. We saw some amazing old houses and even a few kittens. We bought enough shrimp and crab cakes for our Memorial Day dinner for $10. They were so yummy. We took Marcus and Caroline fishing on the Sampit River. They had fun but didn’t catch a thing. We camped at Johnson’s Marina. It had no fancy amenities, but a fishing dock and some really nice people. It seemed as if for the day time slowed down. I think people in this area just aren’t so concerned about rushing here and there and neither were we.