When I was a kid, my family always went to Myrtle Beach, SC during the summer. Both my parents grew up close to there, and my Dad purchased a timeshare at the Riptide Beach Club. It was a multi-building unit, in a brown color scheme that resembled Norwegian architecture. Myrtle Beach changed over the course of my childhood, from a booming destination in the mid to late nineties, into a shell of itself that seemed like it was withering away in the sun. Like many other families, we stopped going to Myrtle Beach, but my Dad always held onto the timeshare. He often went alone because my sister and I were in school during our two weeks, which were in September and December.
My Dad passed away unexpectedly in the summer of 2016. I had just gotten my MFA that spring, and not being in school for the first time in my life, had planned to go with him for our week at the timeshare that December. I decided to go ahead with the plan and stayed on my own for a few days. As I always do, I let my camera do the navigating.