For some strange reason they seem to roll up the sidewalks around noon on Saturdays–I guess there’s not a whole lot of tourist traffic? Walking into the Little Big Store was just, wow, floor to ceiling STUFF! And it was […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It was definitely quaint–they still use real keys! I wasn’t using artistic license there! But it’s quaint in a good way. The rooms really are impossibly high-ceilinged and, even if the sink is next to the bed (at least in […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Attempts at justification aside, I didn’t buy the basket. But I still want one. And before I paint an unfair picture of the Winery, it’s a nice little store with a tasting bar as well as the retail area and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We found Pig Daddy online with such a truly horrendous slogan the food had to be good (“our butts smell good”). Unfortunately, we learned later at the Winery, the restaurant had closed that week. As in Wednesday. As in 3 […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Letterboxing is sorta like the low-tech cousin of geocaching. Sadly, I haven’t even found the 30 or so letterboxes in my own town, but it’s on my list!
I think we decided it could be awesome in that quaint way or it could be absolutely laughable, but it’d be an adventure no matter what and that was cool.
Because every weekend adventure starts with an idea… usually shared over email.
It isn’t a road trip with me if we don’t at least get a LITTLE lost. On the upside? We ended up saving something like $7 in tolls because we accidentally bypassed the lower section of the Turnpike without much […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We were both rather Crispy Critters, and getting crispier as the evening progressed. And after the show that night we had to wade through the last-night sale crowds in the gift shop for some after-sun spray that only slightly dulled […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Sure, I’ve learned hot to do and seen a lot of the higher end table service habits (new silverware for each course, actually using a crumber, etc.) but to have my napkin refolded when I got back from the ladies’ […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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