Tigger and I stayed in Dillon S.C. last night. It was a nice WalMart. Very quiet and clean. The staff was super helpful too. I asked a worker if I could use their outside hose to fill my small-ish fresh water tank. She called the manager who said yes without hesitating. I pulled up near the hose and started filling.
Gas under $3 a gallon?! Yup. Right here in Dillon South Carolina.
While standing there filling the gas tank, I noticed a place across the street that no man can resist…
FIREWORKS! I had to go in. Walking the aisles I could hear Herman in my mind saying… “You don’t need any fireworks. You’ll blow your hand off!”
Imagine your largest local supermarket, swap the food on the shelves in 1/2 of the building with fireworks and you'll understand how big JABS FIREWORKS is. It’s amazing how many different types of fireworks there are.
I asked the lady to show me the biggest, baddest bottle rockets they had. She pointed me to an aisle FULL of baddies… some as big as my wrist!
I couldn’t leave empty handed. There’s $65 worth of fun in this bag. She threw in some freebies too.
Now that the gas tank and the fresh water tank was full, I figured I should find a place to fill the 13 gallon propane tank too. I found this nice propane lady at an RV park nearby. She shot 4.9 gallons of the precious gas into the Winnebago. I was surprised that we had used so little propane after spending almost a week boondocking in pretty cold weather. I paid the $18 and off we went, with all the important tanks full.
The temperature in Dillon S.C. was a balmy 71 degrees and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
I got a burger from this little hole in the wall in Dillon S.C. The well dressed guy in the dark clothes was a sheriff. I joked with him that the police know all the good places to eat. He raved about the place and I had to agree. It was really good! Sometimes it's the places you least expect to be impressed... and BAM!
Stay tuned for the trip to Florida part deux tomorrow!