"GPS has done it again" she says out loud. It has gotten her lost more than once lately, beyond time for an update. But she didn't think it could screw up going up I-95 and finding such a historical little city such as Kiawah Island. But here she is, lost!
She could have sworn that turn she took several miles back said "Kiawah Island 16 miles" but she has gone further than 16 miles no doubt. But she's losing daylight now, so she has only one chose left. Find a place for the night, hope she can find an auto shop in the morning to get her headlights fixed and continue her trip in the right direction afterwards. Ah yes that was the kicker to make matters worse, her vehicle's headlights both blew while she was in Florida.
She thought she could make this delivery before it got dark. She's got golf supplies going to one of the country clubs on Kiawah Island. And she was going to spend a couple nights there since she wasn't scheduled to make her next pick up until Monday morning back down in Charleston. She had never been to this Island, but she read it was private and secluded. That sounded like a great place to do some writing and work on her tan lines at the same time. But tonight, she'll find a cheap motel and get the headlights fixed before finding where her drop spot really is. Better late than never after all.
She notified the after-hours dispatcher about the lights and needing to stop for the night, assuring him she'd be there the next day as soon as she got the lights fixed. He told her with it being a weekend to take her time, because most likely nobody would receive the delivery until Monday morning anyways.
With no sign of motels or anything else for that matter, she pulled into a public parking area for beach access. She thought to herself "at least I can talk a walk on the beach, make something to eat afterwards and get some sleep." And that's just what she planned to do once she parked.
She started looking for a hoodie, a beach blanket and ear buds to take down to the ocean with her. She got out of her van. She locked it up. And headed down the path. She looked around for a good place to sit, back far enough that she wouldn't get wet when the tide came in. She found the perfect little spot between the lifeguard stand and a tiny beach house. There was one light on inside the house, but she didn't see any shadows of people inside. Most likely a light on a timer to ward off intruders. This late in the season it's unusual for anyone to occupy these places. Most are vacation rentals used by tourist in the warmer months.
She laid out her blanket and turned on her music app, placed the ear buds in. She headed down the beach for a moonlit walk. It was just dark enough for the moon to be out. It felt good to be out of her van and moving around, walking, and feeling the cold damp sand under her bare feet. She had left her shoes on the blanket to hold it down. She passed several beach houses and seen a few people along the way. She was getting hungry though and turned to head back. As she got closer to where she's sure she left her blanket laying she sees a small bonfire. And a person whose outline looked familiar but couldn't quite place who until she got closer. And seen him sitting there!
"What are you doing this far from home?" she asked.
"Needed some ME time, sorting through some things in my life and just needed away from the norm. I should ask you the same thing, but I am assuming you're in the area working." He replied.
"Yes, well sort of. I am making a delivery on Kiawah Island but my stupid GPS needs updating and has once again taken me on an adventure off course." She says with a giggly voice.
"You know I can update that for you, if you'd like me to." He offered.
