And now I will post.
So yeah, we just got back (two days ago) from an impromptu vacay that was very nearly extended even further with a trip up to New England. Nearly. Very nearly. Actually, if the innkeeper at The Christopher in Boston (that's an actual B&B, not a reference to NPW's man; we wouldn't be quite that presumptive) was still answering the phone at 7:30 p.m. on Thursday to take reservations, we would have gone. Instead, we decided to just call in the morning on our way up there and at some point during the night we changed our minds about the whole thing.
We settled for a stop in Charlottesville to see Monticello, which was actually just one of five presidential homesteads on or near our route home. Given more time, we could have had a regular dead-president-a-thon. Actually, our calendar is pretty open, but after Mount Vernon (which we saw last year) and Monticello, the other entries are pretty weak by comparison.
Another highlight of the tail-end of our trip was a stop for lunch at the Dogfish Head brewpub in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. Easily one of the finest and most interesting breweries in the land, we owed it to ourselves and to Jacob to not pass up this opportunity. Along with a fine lunch in which we split a pizza and some excellent crab dip (tasty, but not the point of the visit), my lady friend enjoyed a 60-minute IPA and I a snifter of Palo Santo Marron (the point of the visit.) Awesome beer. Delaware gives so much to the world.
The vessel that would deliver us safely to the far shore of the bay, where fine beer awaits.
Courtney regarding her beverage thoughtfully.
Good stuff. While I grilled the waiter for recommendations, he asked me what I like, besides Mickey's. I was hoping something would come of wearing a shirt bearing the logo of a shitty malt liquor to visit a well-known craft brewery. And yes, I did mention that I'd just enjoyed a 40 of it the night before. No shame. The Palo Santo Marron was somewhat better, though.