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I had evacuated to Atlanta for the weekend, and returned home Sunday (second row in North Myrtle Beach) three minutes before the 8 p.m. curfew. I was relieved to be on time as I had everything valuable I owned in my car but no proof I owned it. I was also lucky to get there at all, as it was hard to find a gas station that was open.
The utilities were all working and there was no damage to the house. The next morning I got my car stuck in the sand on Ocean Blvd., so I took it home and walked to the beach. The hotels were hard hit and there wasn't a soul around. It was sort of an eerie quiet. The National Guard was later posted on the corners to prevent looting, and they stayed for a few weeks.
My house is elevated, and there was a line on a stilt indicating water had been 16 to 18 inches deep. Two weeks later, a neighbor returned two coolers to me, having found them side by side three blocks away in a vacant lot. I still have them, and take the one belonging to my late father with me when I go fishing.
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