I knew yesterday’s trip back to Maryland would be a hot one, so I set out early. Not super early, but early enough that I didn’t eat breakfast.
Driving the same old routes all of the time gets boring. So I decided to detour through Berryville, Virginia. We often drive past Berryville on our way to or from the WV place, but we never drive through the downtown business district. I knew we’d been there at least once during a day trip, but I couldn’t remember what it was like.
I was hoping to find a little cafe or bakery where I could get breakfast. But imagine my delight when I discovered not just any bakery, but a FRENCH bakery. Woo hoo! I was thrilled. I parked immediately and practically ran inside.
First, I ordered a blueberry and cream cheese-filled croissant. I also got a plain croissant to eat later. And then I saw these unlabeled mystery pastries.
“Um, what are those things?” I asked the guy behind the counter.
“They’re pretzels,” he replied. Seeing the look of confusion on my face, he said, “They’re not in the traditional pretzel shape because we use them to make sandwiches.”
When we were in Europe recently, one of the things we ate a lot (as often as possible) were pretzels. Soft pretzels made in bakeries are sort of similar to those you can get here in the US, but way better. Anyway, I had to have a couple of pretzels, too.
Here are a few shots of the cute little downtown area in Berryville…
My croissant was quite tasty. I’ll definitely have to go back to that place. They offered a nice variety of sandwiches, too.
I didn’t dally too long. Remember, I was trying to beat the heat. (It didn’t work, by the way.)
During the rest of trip, with those fresh-baked pretzels snug in my saddlebag, I pondered what delectable sandwich I could make. AND what I could make to go with them.
The myriad produce stands I passed along the way inspired me.
Here’s what we had for dinner…
Shannon introduced me to this tasty treat over a year ago. It’s simply sliced fresh tomatoes, topped with fresh, soft mozzarella cheese, drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar then topped with salt, pepper and basil. YUM.
What summer meal is complete without fresh corn on the cob?
And for the entree, I decided on Crab Melts.
Essentially, this is the same stuff they use to make the traditional pretzel-shaped crab pretzels. Since these don’t LOOK like pretzels, I’m calling them Crab Melts. It’s just a mix of cream cheese, mayo, Old Bay seasoning and crab meat, all mixed together and spread on a pretzel, bread or, in this case, a roll-shaped pretzel. It’s all topped with shredded cheese. You bake it until the cheese melts and, voila… Crab Melts. (These are also good on English Muffins.)
Double YUM.
Dinner was definitely a success.
Now, if only this darn heat wave would break…
Oh yeah, I should also report how BORED the girls were without me. Don’t they look sad?
As luck would have it, this week’s You Capture theme at I Should Be Folding Laundry is “fun.” Since I am currently on vacation having the most fun I have ever had on any vacation, I didn’t exactly struggle for material. Actually, it may even sort of be cheating. Sorry.
Okay, I’m not REALLY sorry. Like I said, I’m having fun. And since that’s this week’s theme, here’s some snapshots for proof…
Passo dello Stelvio is in the Italian Alps, not very far from Switzerland and Austria. Actually, we’re staying near Innsbruck, so we rode through Austria into Italy specifically to traverse this pass. We did a little bit of riding in Switzerland on the way back, too.
There’s a ski resort at the top. There’s not much snow left, but there’s a glacier, and people are still skiing.
I was quite happy to reach the top of this very challenging pass in one piece and without dropping my bike or riding off the side of the mountain.
This was THE coolest riding day ever for both of us.
The road actually winds down the side of the mountain below where Hubby is standing.
This last shot is the only artsy one I took specifically for You Capture. If you want to see what other folks did for fun this week, be sure to visit Beth’s site.
Yesterday was one of those I-just-can’t-stay-in-this-house-today days for me. That’s okay in a way because it was my day off. I have plenty of stuff that needs to be done around here that I could have done instead. But the weather was supposed to be in the 80s and not very humid. I figured I could do my chores on Saturday and Sunday when it’s supposed to be rainy.
So, I threw my camera equipment into my backpack, grabbed the keys to Shannon’s car, and headed out for the day. Her car hasn’t seen much use, so I figured it could use some exercise.
I wanted to do something different. Something urban. Don’t ask me why I decided to be among people. I’m not usually a city girl. Maybe it’s because I was driving Shannon’s car. She is a city girl. Since we almost never go to Washington, DC, despite the fact that it’s only about 30 miles away, I decided to go there. The last two times I was there, I went to the National Mall / Capitol area. So this time I decided to head to Georgetown. I thought it might be cool to see this end of the C & O Canal (as opposed to this end).
Bad idea. Bad, bad idea.
I was totally not prepared. I mean, I pretty much knew how to get to Georgetown. But on the whole, I don’t know DC very well. I didn’t take a map. I also didn’t bother to check out what was going on in Georgetown yesterday. As I learned later, this is graduation weekend at Georgetown University which, of course, is in Georgetown. Traffic SUCKED. Traffic was heavy all of the way through the city, but it got really bad in and around Georgetown.
I made one wrong turn on M Street and ended up heading away from the main shopping area. No worries, though. I have a great sense of direction and knew I’d get back there eventually. I was almost back to that spot, though, when I made another wrong turn and ended up heading across the Potomac into Virginia. I could have just turned around and headed back at that point, but opposing traffic heading back into Georgetown was backed up all the way across the bridge. I’d already had my fill of the whole stop-and-go scene, so I hopped onto the George Washington Memorial Parkway, instead. It pretty much parallels the Potomac River from Great Falls, Virginia (northern end) to Mt. Vernon (southern end). Because one of my Flickr contacts (Nikographer [Jon]) has shot lots of great critter pics there, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision to head to Great Falls National Park. I’d never been to the Virginia side before.
Aside from the kamikaze commuters doing 80 mph on the GWMP, my drive to the Falls was without incident. NOTE: click on any of the images below for a larger view.
Great Falls National Park in Virginia has three “official” overlooks providing views of the river. You can see it from many more spots, too, where some of the gazillion visitors over the years have blazed their own paths to the river’s edge. An average of seven people die from drowning here each year. Not all, but most of them fall into the river after blazing or following one of these paths and climbing on the rocks. Idiots. I stuck to the overlooks (a sure sign of impending old age!).
I didn’t realize until I was at the Falls that I’d left my zoom lens at home. I was so bummed. There were Great Blue Herons all over the place, fishing for lunch. Luckily, I had my doubler (doubles the power of a lens). That did allow some degree of closeness. But I would’ve ended up with much better bird shots if I’d had the zoom lens along. These are just snapshots to give you an idea of what I saw.
That Great Blue Heron was on the rocks right below the overlook. I got a couple of half-decent snapshots of him (or her).
There were a lot of international visitors there, which surprised me. I never knew Great Falls drew tourists from afar.
Another thing that sort of surprised me were how many people would come to the overlook, “ooh” and “aah” about the water, but not even bother to notice the birds. These are BIG birds; they’re 3.2 to 4.5 feet tall with wingspans of 5.5 to 6.6 feet.
When I left the park, I was not at all happy to discover that traffic on 495 was stopped. I wouldn’t have needed to be on there for long, but I didn’t feel like sitting in traffic. So I just stayed on the Georgetown Pike. I’d never been on the road before, but I figured with a name like that, it HAD to lead back to Georgetown. I was right. But it was even more crowded and congested than it had been earlier in the day. So I just decided to get out of the city. Remember, I don’t know my way around DC. So I just drove. When I saw a road name I recognized as a route to the suburbs (New Hampshire Avenue), I followed it. Easier said than done. It’s not a straight road. And the traffic! Ugh.
I followed that route until I saw a sign for 193 heading east, which was the direction I was seeking. I recognized that road name, too, so I followed it for a while. Another mistake. More heavy traffic. When I got to US-1, a road I know runs north/south and passes relatively close to my house, I turned right. Yet another HUGE mistake. That right turn not only put me on US-1 south (the wrong direction), it put me into the heart of College Park.
The University of Maryland is based in College Park. And guess what yesterday was at UM? Graduation day. Crap. (That’s not the expletive I chose, I’m just keeping things clean here.)
I should have known it was graduation day there because a close friend of the family actually graduated from UM yesterday.
Anyway… traffic CRAWLED through College Park. It was awful. I was so happy to see signs for the Capitol Beltway. But then, of course, the Capitol Beltway was stop and go, too. I got back onto 193, heading east again, to get to the BW Parkway. Traffic was stopped on that, too. So I just stayed on 193.
By that point, I’d spent most of my day in the car. I still wanted to get OUTSIDE. So I headed for the Patuxent National Wildlife Refuge. The last time I’d gone there was in January. I am still kicking myself for not having that zoom lens with me, but I got some neat shots anyway.
It was a LONG day. It wasn’t nearly as relaxing or refreshing as I’d hoped it would be, but you know what they say… even a bad day off is better than a great day at work.
Remember the lovely ALCs I posted about? Well, Saturday with temperatures in the 60s and LOTS of wind, I actually strapped those bad boys on and went riding. And you know what? They were awesome. Comfortable AND warm. I was very glad to have them.
While Hubby was busy installing our new water treatment system on Saturday, I went for a little ride. I did 113.5 miles total, which isn’t a lot, really. But I was gone for about 4 hours.
Why so long? Because I had my camera with me, silly!
So I was actually able to stop and take pictures of stuff like a pretty mountain lake, and a strange standalone silo, and a scared cow, and a country road, and…
Wait, wouldn’t it be more fun if I just showed you the pictures?
Remember, I was by myself and I didn’t take a tripod. It was windy, too. Far too windy to just sit my camera on a rock or something for a self-portrait. So no new shots of me looking bad-ass in my ALCs, but I did get some nice scenery pictures.
There’s this one country road I’ve been wanting to check out for a while. It’s impossible to tell on any of the maps whether it is gravel or not, so we hadn’t included it in any trips. But I’ve been wondering. So Saturday I headed for Wardensville, West Virginia and Trout Run Road.
Turns out, it was a great motorcycle road. Now if only it hadn’t been windy, I wouldn’t have had to worry about finding downed tree limbs around every blind curve. I never did encounter any really big limbs, and I got some nice pics, if I do say so myself.
If you followed the Trout Run Road map link, you’ll have seen that it runs through part of the George Washington National Forest. When I stumbled upon the Trout Run Campground, I just had to check it out. Why? Where there’s a campground, there are usually toilets. And a girl in the middle of the woods is ALWAYS happy to see one of those.
It was actually a cute campground. There’s a lake (pictured below), as well as a pond, which I never actually saw.
I was only at the campground briefly, but it really did seem like a nice spot. There’s a picnic area, playground and swimming beach in addition to the hiking trails, camping and fishing.
As you can see from the pictures, it was a pretty blue-sky-and-white-puffy-cloud-day. The wind made riding a bit uncomfortable, mainly because of all the pollen, dust, grass clippings, bugs, etc. blowing through the air and, in some cases, up my nose and/or in my eyes. But it was still a nice. day.
Amy asked if Hubby and I would keep the grandkids this weekend. We almost said no because there was a homeowners’ association meeting scheduled for the WV place that we needed to go to. We both knew there was NO WAY Gaige (6) and Joey (2.5) could sit through that.
After some thought, we decided I could come to WV and attend the HOA meeting with Brianna while Hubby stayed home in MD with Gaige and Joey. Oh yeah, and Klondike (who is quite a bit larger than our dogs).
Before the meeting, we went to McDonald’s for breakfast. One thing you forget when you don’t have kids around daily is how SLOWLY they eat. (About 1/4 of Brianna’s bacon, egg and cheese bagel went to the meeting with us.)
Asking a nine-year-old to sit quietly through an HOA meeting is asking a lot. Despite her having her iPOD (music and games), two chapter books and a word search puzzle book, I was really wondering if Brianna, a talking machine, would be able to make it through the meeting. She complained a little bit, but actually behaved amazingly well considering that most adults have a hard time staying awake, sitting still and keeping quiet during HOA meetings.
She was the only kid in attendance, of course, and the adults seemed tickled to have her there and chat with her. She told a couple of them we’d be going on a “Bike Hike” after the meeting. I corrected her several times explaining that we were going for a bike ride. I reminded her we would not be walking.
“Hiking is walking,” I said. “We’ll be riding our bikes. So quit calling it a bike hike.” (As an aside, she also told at least three people that her Aunt Shannon had had her ear bitten by a monkey.)
Not that long ago, Hubby and I biked a small segment of the C&O Canal between Oldtown, Maryland and Town Creek. I figured that after a 3-hour HOA meeting, Brianna would be ready to burn off some energy, so we brought her bike along. It really is a great place to ride.
Before we left for the canal, I showed her the piece of coal I’d found last time I was there. She was quite impressed. She asked if we could go find some coal for her. I told her it was a pretty far ride (just under 5 miles), but she was determined. She really liked my coal.
It had rained for a couple of hours in the morning and was supposed to rain again in the afternoon, but we decided to give it a go anyway. So after taking the dogs for a long walk, we headed for Oldtown.
It wasn’t as sunny as the last time I was there. It was cooler, too. But we still saw lots of different critters.
“I’m not driving you crazy stopping to point out all of the animals, am I?” I asked her. “No!” she assured me. “I love critters, too.”
That frog was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.
Brianna likes critters just about as much as I do (which I honestly never thought possible). So she was thrilled to see the various little critters we saw. And we really did see quite a variety. I took my zoom lens this time, so I was able to get some better turtle pics. She, too, was amazed at how many turtles are there.
About two miles into the ride, I realized we’d probably both have the energy to do the entire five miles. So I told her I thought we’d make it. She was thrilled. She really, really wanted some coal of her own. She kept saying stuff like, “I know that’s far, and we might be pretty tired. But if we say that’s our goal, and we just keep going no matter how tired we get, we’ll be able to make it.” I tell you, the girl is a talking machine. I found her little motivational speech to herself quite entertaining.
On the way to the canal, we’d discussed all of Brianna’s favorite colors. Teal is #1. Followed by light blue and dark blue. So she liked seeing the Virginia Bluebells that are still in bloom at various spots along the towpath.
The more we rode, the more critters we saw. We were having a great time. We’d gone about 4 miles when Brianna said, “This road is starting to feel funny.” She kept pushing, though, and talking about the wonderful coal we were going to find.
A couple of minutes later, however, we realized her bike had gotten a flat tire.
Crap.
We only had a couple of options at that point. Keep walking to Town Creek, stash her bike in the bushes then ride two-up the 5 miles back to Oldtown. Or turn around and walk back to where we’d left the truck.
“But, my coal,” she said. “We can’t abandon my goal.”
That’s when I told her we’d walk back to the truck and then drive to Town Creek to find her coal. “And,” I said, “if we don’t find any coal, you can have my piece, because by then you will certainly have earned it.” The whole time, I’m thinking we’re screwed. I mean, 4 miles is a long way for anyone to walk, much less a nine-year-old who had already biked that far. But we really didn’t have any choice, so we set off.
She did complain some, mainly about not achieving her goal. But we kept pushing. We were walking at a decent clip, too, spurred on by the sky that was growing increasingly dark with every passing second.
The good thing about walking was that we could look more closely for critters without having to worry about driving into the canal, which is how I noticed this big-ass snake sunning itself in a tree.
And this neat tree full of woodpecker holes. (We even saw a Pileated Woodpecker not far from our cabin on the way home later.)
This picture made me giggle every time I looked at it last night after we arrived back at the cabin. “You TOLD me to look sad!” she said every time I laughed. Which is true. I had. At the time, she’d asked me why. I told her we’d just trekked at least three miles, that it would be funny to make people think she was exhausted. That was MUCH easier than explaining that I wanted it for effect on my blog, which would only have spurred a gazillion questions like: what’s a blog? You have a blog? Why haven’t I ever seen your blog? Why do you need a blog? Are there other pictures of me there? Etc., etc., etc.
I took this picture of Brianna sitting on her bike just before we put the bikes into the truck. Does she look even slightly miserable/exhausted/hungry? She looks even happier in the next shot. Can you guess why? Just one, four-letter word is your answer…
Just as I’d promised, we drove to the Town Creek Aqueduct to find Brianna some coal. And because I remember weird stuff like exactly where I’d found some coal weeks prior, we hit the mother lode. She walked away with EIGHT pieces of coal. She was beyond thrilled. Until she realized, after settling into the truck with her coal lined-up on her lap, that there was a smallish-but-menacing black spider walking across the largest chunk. She didn’t shriek hysterically like most little girls would have, but she wasn’t thrilled either.
I calmly grabbed that particular piece (I was wearing my grandmother hat, remember) and tossed it out the window.
“No!” she said. “My coal!” (Who would’ve thought coal, COAL, would have inspired her so?)
“I just wanted to knock the spider off,” I told her after I’d retrieved her prize coal hunk. (Luckily we hadn’t started moving yet.)
It was at that point, by the way, that the rain started. At least our timing had worked out.
Since we hadn’t eaten lunch, we drove to Fort Ashby and had a pig-out dinner. Brianna had a cup of broccoli cheese soup, a salad, and chicken parmigiana with spaghetti. I had a cup of vegetable soup, meatloaf with french fries and cole slaw. She was quite tickled that the waitress was treating her like an adult. And an older couple at the next table were chit-chatting with us throughout the meal. They were amazed not only by what she was eating, but by how much. She finished it all (we both saved a few bites for the dogs), so we topped the meal off with some yummy strawberry shortcake.
While eating, she informed me that she wanted to move to West Virginia with me, “Because people here really seem to like kids.”
Care to guess what her first order of business was upon arriving back at the cabin? Washing her coal.
After I fed the dogs, we took them for a short walk. Then we made a critter list, which Brianna was also quite proud of.
If you click on the picture, you should be able to read the list. After this picture was taken, we realized we’d forgotten to add the woodpecker.
Notice the coal reference?
Brianna insisted that she should take a picture of me, too. So here I am, looking lovely as usual.
At the end of our day, I told Brianna that “bike hike” was a pretty accurate way to describe our day after all.
And when I tucked her into bed (at 11:00 after two LONG games of Skip-Bo), I told her how proud I was of her for being such a good sport all day.
I’m already looking forward to our next ride, after I buy a tire repair kit, that is.
I haven’t said a whole lot about our summer vacation plans yet. I’m not sure why. I mean, I did mention it a while back. But I haven’t been talking about it much on the blog or even in general.
Maybe it just hasn’t seemed real enough to get all excited about. We’ve been talking about and planning it for a couple of years now, so it’s always sort of been that thing we’re going to do. Even after booking the trip and buying the plane tickets, it still just didn’t seem real.
Now, however, it seems real. Look what we each received in the mail yesterday…
We got a map! I LOVE maps. And a list of all the other folks that are on the tour (13 including us). That Touring Center Alps booklet is our itinerary. We also got some stickers, and some luggage tags. Some anti-fog stuff for our visors. Oh yeah, and a booklet explaining what the road signs mean.
It’s getting real now. 🙂
And check this out…
This will be my ride. It’s just so, so sporty.
Okay, that’s not the actual bike. But it is the model we’ll be riding (we’ll each have our own). I’m not sure what color I’ll get. I don’t really care about the color anyway.
Check out this map…
This side of the map is sort of an artist’s rendition of where we’re going to be riding. The green at the top is Germany. The green area at the bottom is Italy. The red check mark (which you’ll see better if you click on the image) shows the valley where we’ll be staying (Seefeld in Tirol, Austria). Switzerland is at the far left.
The wonderful trip coordinator, Doris, who said to me way back in November, “I am there for you!” has totally been there for me. She’s been extremely helpful. So much so that she even arranged train tickets for us, which she did not have to do (as in, that’s not her job). But I’m so glad she did, ’cause let me tell you, that train stuff is confusing for this ignorant American used to dealing with ONE train company… AMTRAK. There are lots of train companies in Europe with different routes, different connections, different purchase plans. Most of which are described in a language other than English.
We just happened to get our train tickets by e-mail yesterday, too. (Of course, they’re in German, so I just have to trust that they are the right thing!).
An entire week in the Alps. Awesome, eh? And while that’s good, that’s not the best part. The best part will be the second week of the trip when we get to visit with our friends in Switzerland and Belgium.
We’re getting excited now. Now, it’s starting to feel real. So real, in fact, that I need to start shopping for my own pair of ass-less leather chaps. Not like THOSE though (I couldn’t resist).