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[wesleytyler]

My dog Meg is really needy and she pulls my hand back to her.

[wesleytyler]

Meg and I spent the solstice the best way we know how — barefoot in the sand, letting the earth do what it’s always done 🌊🐾

There’s something grounding about feeling the land beneath your feet, especially on a day that marks balance, cycles, and turning points. If you can, take a moment today to touch the earth — grass, sand, soil, stone — and just be present.

Happy Solstice ☀️🌙

[wesleytyler]

Meg and I headed out this morning planning to visit the farmers market—only to find out it wasn’t happening. So naturally, that turned into a craving for a flounder sandwich, and off we went toward Waterfront Seafood Shack.

On the way, we made a stop at Vereen Gardens, right on the border of North and South Carolina. There’s a grove of trees there with oyster shells hanging from their limbs. We picked up a few shells ourselves and left a little tribute in memory of Ninja. It was one of those picture-perfect days—blue skies, cool breeze, and just the right temperature.

Next stop: flounder sandwich secured. Then I crossed the lot to the Waterfront Seafood Shack Market, and grabbed shrimp, scallops, and crab cakes—planning to grill the shrimp and scallops tonight.

The drive back was peaceful. I took the business route and while there was a little congestion near Atlantic Beach, most of the traffic was light. Tourists were minimal, a lot of locals seem to have cleared out, and several businesses had already closed up for the weekend. I can hear the rumble of bikes rolling into town, the volume slowly rising—but so far, it looks like a lighter-than-usual crowd for Memorial Day Friday here in Myrtle Beach. Time will tell.

[wesleytyler]