Tim and I recently journeyed to Myrtle Beach, which is only an hour to an hour-and-a-half away from Wilmington. It is a town made up of

1) Beach apparel stores (you know, buy one shirt that has a bikini on it, get three rebel flag or and pirate skull-and-crossbones shirts free type of store)

2) All-you-can-eat seafood buffets, and

3) Miniature golf courses.

I wrote down every putt putt golf course we passed, and it totaled to 13 courses... and none of them are the equivalent to ghetto golf. I could list them for you, but to give you idea, they ranged from dinosaur theme, to Hawaiian jungle, to mayday crashing planes, to inside of a molten mountain theme. We chose to play pirate golf (although the facility couldn't do the pirate show until the church across the street let out, which is why you shouldn't play putt putt instead of going to church.)But that didn't stop us. Instead of playing the track where you get a pirate show, we did the track where you have to spin a wheel every third hole to make your game trickier. For example, I landed on spaces such as having to use my hand to throw the ball instead of putting it, or where Tim had to stand on the course as an extra obstacle. Here is Tim, demonstrating another obstacle, having to hit the ball with the other end of the stick.

Overall, I'd say it was pretty much putt-putt heaven. 13 courses!