in the middle of the night from Athens, GA was a late night drive to Folly Beach to see the sun rise over the Atlantic. There are great little seafood restaurants and a delicious breakfast diner I always stumbled into, even though I never remembered its name. And even when we slept on the beach, the people who lived there never ran us off- one older gentleman walking his dog in the a.m. even let us know we should move our car to a new hiding spot, so the police wouldn’t ticket it after 9.