Friday, July 2, 2010

Rite Of Passage

If you've ever driven down I 95 through North Carolina then you've see one (of a hundred?) of these billboards

They are very creative with their advertising - go check out their website - they have a billboard that changes on their home page (it's ok - I'll wait). I get more and more excited as we drive down the interstate (Rocky not so much) and see one right after another ... until we finally reach our destination.

When I was a child each summer we would go to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. On the way we would stop here for ice cream. What is there not to love about a place that sells ice cream and houses more plastic whatnot's then your eye (or wallet) can handle?

Could you pass the pepper please?

Everyone needs a little bling.

How can I pass up a magnet?

Stopping at South of the Border is a rite of passage that I'm glad my boys got to experience ... even if we did leave with a little more plastic than intended!

What are some of your favorite go to places when on the road?


Plain and Joyful Living said...

Oh, we have driven down to Florida several times (many years ago) and yes, those signs are a vivid memory.

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

That is a hoot!

I remember as a child passing all the Stuckey's billboards. My parents never stopped. I am sure I missed out on something....just do not know what it is.

Anonymous said...

First, I loved the thieving bird post from yesterday. Hilarious. I can't believe that.

Second, I think it's great that you stop for your boys at places like that. They will remember forever. My Dad never let us stop. Something about traveling with 4 kids just 5 years apart or something???

UK lass in US said...

With a grouchy husband like mine, the only stops we make are for petrol station toilet breaks - and he only stops reluctantly for those...

Stacey's Treasures said...

How Fun!
My favorite trip we took when I was a kid was to "Trees of Mystery. It has giant redwoods & is in Northern California.

~ The Jolly Bee ~ said...

I remember passing by this place -- my parents would never stop. Bah humbug.