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?

6 comments:

Tonya Gunn said...

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

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...

Unknown 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.