DAY 18: Phantoms

WALTERBORO, SOUTH CAROLINA | SATURDAY, MARCH 27 - Woke up today in a Motel 6. Lowdown highway exit of fast-food restaurants and chain motels. 

Day before: Myrtle Beach turned out to be not quaint, not small and sleepy with beautiful scenery, but a jungle of romper-room colored hotels and drunken people balancing cigarettes on their lips. Just another spring break binge town. No crosswalks. People dodging cars to cross the street.

We'd already been on another goose chase for biodiesel in Wilmington NC. Cape Fear Biodiesels, the local co-op with the golden B99.9, wouldn't sell to us or anyone without signing on for a $50 membership first. That was the online pitch. They never answered their phone or returned messages and the two biodiesel stations they listed on their site as alternative places for fuel, for B20, turned out to have none. The stations had given up on biodiesel months ago. So, Cape Fear Biofuels, WAKE IT UP. 

Adrienne beginning to think Ben Dugan right: http://yellowtruckadventure.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-15-life-is-exercise-in-dismantling.html?showComment=1269583452096#c6622649102558708498 


So, long story short, eventually we found biodiesel in Ladson, SC after another imbroglio of streets without names and chasing roads too small for our maps (maybe GPS could be a good thing after all), etc.  

Arrival after dark in Walterboro. Must be that tobacco country still exists and we're in it. Even the non-smoking rooms, when you finally find a place that has any, have ash trays on the table as you come in.

Something must give. So all the pretty gardens of Charleston, SC are out. Pushing on to Savannah. la, la, la, ha, ha, ha