In-Class Writing Feb. 12 Brody Carter

This past summer I went to Myrtle Beach. This was the second time I had ever been there. When we first arrived at our three tower hotel it was about midnight. The first smell that came to me was the salt from the sea. I think the smell penetrated everyone in the car because as soon as this brilliant relaxing smell came to us we all were wide awake after driving 13 hours. We get into the main lobby with marble floors, marble counter-tops, and a water fountain in the middle of the floor. I can hear a loud sound system playing by the pool deck, so me and my sister go and check it out. To our surprise they had a large dance floor, and a DJ playing music. With palm trees all along the fence, tiki torches lit, and Caribbean music playing it seemed like we were in paradise. When we woke up the next morning I went to the balcony to view the ocean. I opened up the door and heard waves crashing, kids laughing, and Caribbean music playing. Every time it seemed a wave crashed the scent of salt water rushed to me. The white beautiful sand looked like it never came to an end. There were two swimming pools and a lazy river in the shape of an eight. From our floor the tubes for the lazy river looked like blue donuts. I can feel the sun's rays penetrating my skin already, and the humidity sticking to me.