The Lowcountry is a slow country – things here don’t move so quickly, and no one’s usually in a hurry unless they’re hungry. So the BN’s have taken to biking as much as we can to both match the pace of the town and to be responsible members of the community. Although our bikes swayed dangerously down the highway during our initial trip down, the perhaps stressful drive was worth it: our house is near enough to downtown that biking around is optimal.
Our first week in Georgetown also coincided with Bike Week, a time when the roads from Myrtle Beach down to Georgetown are filled with bikers on bikers. These bikes were motorcycles, however, and we were warned that the drone of the drag races at night would make it hard to sleep.
Bike week’s over now, though, and Georgetown has returned to its sleepy, molasses peace. At sunset, you can find us on our bikes, riding through the humming cicadas hidden deep in the marsh grass on the edge of town.