Friday, July 31, 2015
Yep, I did yoga in a Food Lion parking lot. However, it wasn't a repeat of Wal-Mart.
This place proved to be an unexpected gem. Upon cruising around the lot for an appropriate place to park Kalki the RV, I was surprised to see a little annexed rectangle of pavement at the property's far corner, nearly the exact size and shape of the vehicle that would go there (as if made for it, if I didn't know better). Not only was this space at a comfortable and respectful distance from the shopping center, but it lay alongside an expansive lawn, which provided a solid buffer from the highway (and, some nice aesthetics). These elements combined to bring a welcome sense of seclusion; I felt to be anywhere but a parking lot in the middle of Myrtle Beach. So, after a quiet and private-feeling evening there (interrupted only by a man cursing at the flat tire on his bike), I awoke to have myself a delightful yoga session on the grass (in the shade even!). It was all so pleasant, I had to stay a second night.
And it was all free! I doubt I could've found a more agreeable place at a for-pay campground (or anywhere else).
This place was every bit as beautiful as this humble photo suggests.
Lying alongside the Atlantic, this protected, fresh-water marsh sits, literally, in the backyard of the property I stayed at for the three days in question. One can imagine the enrichment that such a panorama might lend to a yoga session. Even with the gnats and the mosquitoes, it doesn't get much better than that.
It wasn't my first time doing yoga in audience of this marsh, nor will it be my last.
Yep, I did yoga in a Wal-Mart parking lot.
I designated the "#1" in this post's title because, first, it was my maiden stay in Wal-Mart's famed parking lots; and, two, because I'm sure that, God-willing, there will probably be a #2 (and #3, and #4 ...).
There isn't much to say about this locale. It was concrete. It was expansive. It was Wal-Mart. And, being summertime and in the South (South Carolina, to be exact), it was hot. Yet, despite the banality of the place, I managed to have an enjoyable and productive yoga session (if not as quaint as yesterday's meditative little junkyard).
Not the most satisfying of blog posts? Sure. (If it's any consolation, I was awoken in the night by two tricked-out Subarus drag-racing across the lot -- Wal-Mart drag-racing, whodathunkit?) But, in any case, it's where I got my yoga in (and, in all likeliness, I was the first to do so).
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Yoga in a junkyard -- and I loved it!
I'd had some work done on Kalki (the RV I live in), and my servicing mechanic was kind enough to allow me to camp on the premises afterward, as a nice little bonus to the transaction. It felt like getting a fortune cookie after a meal, sort of.
The garage, nestled on a quiet, low-traffic lot below a minor road, proved a pleasant host for me and Kalki. It even had a nice, private parcel for me to do my morning yoga, in the small junkyard pictured here. With it being a Saturday morning and the garage being closed, the space was especially meditative, like a weird garden. As it were, that day's yoga was one of my more enjoyable sessions.
Look at me, I thought then, mid-asana in the junk-garden. Doing yoga in audience of two rusted trucks and an orphaned axle.
I chuckled ... and then had another thought: Why not take a picture and post it online, to share my interesting yoga-spot?
And so this blog was born.