Not a whole heckuva lot, unless of course you don’t mind paying top dollar to go to one of the 79 Ripley’s properties in town.  To me Myrtle has become the anti-beach, a place that seems to exist to show exactly how badly man can screw up a natural wonder like a wide sandy beach.

The highlights from our time in Myrtle:

• Time spent together as a family.  We had some very nice meals together and managed to laugh.  A lot.
• A trip to the Huntington Beach State Park about 20 minutes south of Myrtle.  We were there on a rainy day so we had the place to ourselves.  Beautiful place, even in the rain, and juxtaposed with Myrtle Beach it highlights how un-pretty Myrtle truly is.
• Getting seafood at a joint in Murrells Inlet. You can never go wrong with fresh seafood.

I can’t complain too much.  Our kids are getting old enough that I can see a day in the not-too-distant future when we’ll not be able to easily get all of us off on vacation together.  Sure the weather was awful, and granted I’m not a fan of Myrtle Beach, but I’ll take a week with all of us spending time together in Siberia over a week by myself in Hawaii. If nothing else this trip reminded me of that essential truth.