Pretty much every year, my family vacations in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Last year, I decided to make a 200k route from Myrtle Beach to Charleston to satisfy my monthly R12 requirement.
Most of the long distance rides I do fall under the sport of randonneuring, which is long distance self-supported riding. The rides are called brevets, and the minimum distance is 200 km, or about 124 miles. There are different awards available to members of the overarching organization in the U.S., Randonneurs of the USA, for different accomplishments. One of these awards is for riding a 200k every month for a year, the R12 award. You’re allowed to create your own routes, called permanents, that qualify for award when ridden.
I had ridden to Charleston in the past but only on busy Highway 17. It’s the straightest shot down, but the fast traffic isn’t very enjoyable. I set out to make a more scenic route.
You would think that a coastal South Carolina route would be easy since it’s flat, but this route was anything but easy, to my surprise.
The route was incredibly beautiful, taking back roads where possible and riding only minimally on Route 17. The roads I found were beautiful and not heavily trafficked. The August heat takes its toll though, and this day was particularly hot. There was nowhere to buy water on the route for about 60 miles in the middle of the route. I had prepared for this by bringing a large water bladder with me, but even with that, I still had to battle dehydration, and the convenience store at about mile 100 was very welcome.
Two other factors that made this difficult were the fact that I decided to ride this on a fatbike and that there were tons and tons of bugs around the forest roads in the middle sections of the road. I knew the challenges that come from head and riding the fatbike, but the bugs were completely unanticipated. I’m not really sure what kind of bugs these were, but their bite was as bad as a yellow jacket. I had to keep riding, or they would bite me immediately. Even when I was riding, they would be attacking my legs. I swatted at them to no avail. I rode like this for two hours before returning to Highway 17. The welts stayed with me for a few days though.
It was still about 10 miles until the convenience store oasis mentioned earlier. Google maps had promised other convenience stores along the way, but to my dismay, they were all closed down long ago. I stopped at a couple spigots along the way to get what water I could.
Charleston was the site of the first battle of the Civil War and is also home to historical sites from the Revolutionary War, so I used this route as an opportunity to visit the historical site of Fort Moultrie. Riding to Charleston from there was a hop, skip, and a jump. Overall a really fun ride but not for the faint of heart!