Day 300, Another Saturday night..

My intention last night was to write-up the second half of Saturday after playing lacrosse last night. When I got home I had my “medicinal” double of Bacardi 8 and was just to tired to write.  Lacrosse went well. I had a fair night. Nothing too spectacular, nothing too bad. When I missed a pass and the ball went over to the other team I forced myself to run up to the midfield line and wait for the ball to come back over to our side of the field.  I don’t need a coach screaming at me, I can do this all by myself.

When we last left off we had just left the oyster festival as the thunderstorm rolled in. On the road to the festival there are three brew pubs and five vineyards. That sounds like my kind of road. As you make the turn onto this road there is a sign warning of increased enforcement over the next 14 miles. In 14 miles you get to the third brew pub where the festival was.  As we traveled back down the road we decided to stop at the next brew pub we encountered. The brew pub is called Wild Wolf Brewing Company. Their website is here.

We ate inside since it was..raining. It was too early for dinner so we had dessert. We ordered two flights of samples. This covered all the current offerings. We also ordered two orders of fried Oreos with vanilla ice cream. If you have never had fried Oreos, make a point of ordering them the next (or first) time you see them on a menu. They were excellent. The best beer to have with the fried Oreos was called Strawberry Schwarzcake. This description comes from their website ” 5% ABV  20 IBU   This Fruit Schwarzbier is dark brown in color.   The clean lager characteristics and the berry finish make it a very refreshing and interesting beer.”  It was perfect with dessert.

The food was good, the beer was good. The waiter was good. An excellent experience. I would go there again. After we left the brew pub we drove back to the farm. As we got further north and east we actually got ahead of the storm. We were in the house about five minutes when the skies opened up. I took a beer out on the front porch to watch the storm and the animals. The pasture in front of still had the same four horses and one goat from the morning. The goat was in the shed, out of the rain. The horses were just standing in the rain and eating. No big deal  Does that make the goat smarter than the horses?

We went to dinner in downtown Louisa. Downtown as you can guess is a grand way of saying “where the speed limit drops and tickets are handed out”. Small town Saturday night, rainy Saturday night. We found the Obrigado Restaurant by searching on the web. Their website is here. The food was good, real good. Funky, like you might find in Hoboken or Red Bank. Pretty trendy for the middle of nowhere. We enjoyed a good meal and partied down for dessert. I guess Saturday was a dessert day.  We had Creme Brule, Fresh made (local dairy) Banana Ice Cream, coffee, tea, and a Jameson on the rocks. Wow! I had three spoons for dessert.

While I was in the bathroom I saw a sign on the wall advertising a fundraising concert for the Louisa Earthquake Relief Fund.  I said to myself, earthquake relief fund in rural Virginia? When I got back to the table I told my DW about the flier on the wall. When the waitress came to the table she asked about the fundraiser. Do you remember the earthquake we had on the east coast in August? I do, that was the day DS2 had his first eye surgery. They remember because the epicenter of the earthquake was in Mineral, Va.  Mineral, Va is 6 miles from where we had dinner Saturday night. Several of the local schools have been condemned due to damage from the earthquake.  Talk about things in my life going full circle.

The ride home to the farm was dark.  No street lights, wet roads, a couple of drinks. I was fine. I was very happy to make the turn into the driveway and park the car. We sat up for about 45 minutes watching some tv and then called it a night. So ends Saturday in Louisa, Va.

Tomorrow I will wrap up Sanday and hopefully get caught up on the week. On a personal note, Happy Birthday to DS3. He turned 19 today!  See you Friday, dude.

Here are two pictures from the brew pub. Enjoy!

Namaste

Day 298, Virginia trip part II..

Yesterday we left off with me doing some stupid things before heading out. And my DS1 deciding to lock up the house when he won’t turn of the lights when he leaves a room.  All is well that ends well.  What that means is that we got down to the house in Louisa, Va early enough to check out the house and use the bathroom before continuing onto to Charlottesville for the two lacrosse games. At the farm we met Amanda. She appears to be the “manager” of the farm. She may have been 20 years old, at best. We also met a 10 ish year old male child who did not introduce himself to us. I don’t know his name. Other than these two, we only saw horse, dogs, goats and chickens.

Having done a few wine tastings over the weekend, we learned about descriptions that may or may not be applicable. A description of the farm might include words like “earthy tones, and fragrant bouquet” The truth is that the horse and the goats do their business wherever they want. We were ok since the temperatures were not to warm and the breeze seemed to blow in the right direction.

There will be lots of pictures of the house and farm at the bottom today.  The house looked like it was the farm owners house. The front porch looked out onto one of the pastures where the horses were kept. The walls were made of logs. It was a log house. Like lincoln logs, just real and better constructed. The house consisted of two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The master bedroom was huge with a huge bed and a on-suite bathroom. The other bedroom was set up as an office with a pullout coach providing a second bed.

The entrance from the back porch puts you into a mud room. From there you proceeded into the house. The mud room contained a shower stall, a toilet, washer and dryer and a slop sink. All things you might need access to without actually entering the main part of the house. The kitchen had a stainless stove, and dishwasher. The counters were marble. The whole decor worked the country, modern theme. I guess.

There was a breakfast bar and a formal dining room table. The kitchen was open to the living room. The pictures down below will better illustrate the layout and look of the home. One quirk that we encountered when we got there was the alarm would beep every minute or so. I thought maybe this was because we were moving around and once we got settled in one place, like sleeping, that the noise would stop. The instructions from the landlord were quite clear about not using the alarm.  We left the house going to the game in the afternoon hoping that the beeping would resolve itself by the time we returned home..

You know it did not resolve itself. But, it did not get any worse! I called the landlord at 11 pm to ask for guidance since I was sure my DW would not be able to sleep through that noise. He did not answer. I figured Amanda, across the farm, probably had less experience with alarms than I did. I opened the front panel and tried to reason my way through the problem. I was tired, not my best reasoning time. I pushed a button to term the chimes off. This turned them on. Opps, wrong way. The beeps every minute continued.

I pushed a button marked Silent. That was what I was after, this turned the alarm to silent, the beeps continued. I hit the Status button, the alarm panel displayed a status of Phone Failure and the beeping stopped.. That God!  I figured we would be out at 1 am looking for a hotel or sleeping in the car.

The pictures below are of the house and the grounds. Enjoy!

Namaste

Day 297, Another day on the farm..

We are internet challenged here in Virgina. The internet comes via an ATT 4G? hot spot. It’s not hot, trust me. I have lots to write about from the last two days.

I am taking another quiet night on the blog. Depending on the weather tomorrow will be a short one as well. I have lots of pictures and “interesting” observations.

Have a good night,

Namaste

 

 

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