At a quick stop in a small shopping center to make dinner, we parked next to a karate class in session! This was before everyone (our kids) started doing their own moves outside of the window. We pulled 'em back in for dinner before it became too distracting for the students.

The criteria for our next stop: cheap campground (that we can be in for Easter), North of our current location, pool, school = first priority over all other activities. Using our Passport America  discount camping map, we located a spot along the coast: Myrtle Beach.

Henry is always throwing out a new Karate move, and has since we met him in China. We don't know what his exposure to Karate was there (and I'm probably not using 'Karate" correctly- but chopping martial arts-y moves is what I'm after), but he has got some sweet chops. This is just before he attacked Kelly with a new set of moves he'd been practicing in the reflection of the bus outside. When there's no wall mirror, a bus reflection will do.

Fuel is starting to go up as we head North, so we’ve been on the lookout for a reasonable price as we go. We find the best price along our route, and have heard that South Carolina is the best price on fuel for the next 4 states we’ll travel through so we’re anxious to fill up before it gets worse. This tank ends up being our most expensive fill up to date… We research fuel costs as we go with which has several ways to compare prices including by state if you’re traveling a long distance and can hold out for a few hundred miles, or by browsing a map that has prices reported by users for each station. Every station isn’t always represented, but I have learned to take a look at the map to see what the range is, then stop when I see a price that’s in the low end of the range.

Here's what I tell myself when it starts to hurt:
1) It could be worse (fuel went up 10c/gallon after this station),
2) We won't have to fuel up for a while (we're now carrying 245 gallons).
If those don't work, I accept that buying fuel just hurts.

This was the closest I've pushed it to running out of fuel. Where's the cutoff I ask myself?

Myrtle Beach welcomed us (and the rest of the world) with attractions of all sizes and shapes, flavors and costs. Funny that we weren’t here to be tourists: in fact for the first 3+ days we only knew the walking route to the campground pool and grocery store. We were a little nervous about local laws that prohibited staying ½ mile from the beach without visiting, but the authorities never showed up.

The Easter bunny did find us the day after we arrived, and low and behold found spots to hide over 60 eggs inside the bus. Even Trevor got into the action (he followed the little kids’ 7 am lead when he rolled out of his bunk at 10). Another holiday together in the confined space of the bus recognizes that we don’t need a lot of drama or ceremony to celebrate important times.

Surveying the basket lineup in close quarters. Remember children: "One for you, one for Dad".

In biology we completed 2 full modules, with a refreshing dip in the pool after school each day, so we’re within reach of the end of the Biology year (one module and one dissection left)- with everything else about to wrap up as well. We’re ready to be done with school, although it’s been convenient to use ‘school’ as an excuse to go deeper into activities and attractions- then attribute it to ‘school’.

Henry and Simon reading from their second book "Busy Times".

Myrtle Beach in the rear view, we’re headed for the first stop in a series about American History: Williamsburg, Virginia.

Like kids that play with the cardboard box for a new toy on Christmas morning, these guys used their doughnut hats for the next 3 hours taking and delivering orders.