Suzanne and I decided to spend a weekend away. It was no less than wonderful.
We went to Evermay on the Delaware. Somehow, we forgot to take pictures of
dinner on Friday night ( what were we thinking? ).
Fortunately, we had recovered by breakfast on Saturday when we recorded the
orange juice
pineapple fruit cup
coffee
pastries
cheese
and granola
that made up the morning's continental breakfast. After eating, we were
able to make it all the way to dinner with only the afternoon tea break.
The pastries were no better than OK with some better than others but the
fruits were very good.
After breakfast, we needed to prepare for the day ahead -- a very
beautiful day. We photographed the sign
and the Inn
just in case we got lost in our travels. We also recorded the
river in front of the hotel with the cataract
and distance view
so we could swim our way back if necessary. Someone was getting a delivery
despite the early hour
which meant our bed hadn't been made
and our room
hadn't been cleaned. I did take an excellent self portrait
except for flash interference.
We followed the sign
and were sure to meet the weight limit
so that we could take our walk on the canal
while meeting the rules.
These people have bad political views
but we didn't let the air out of their tires. The map
pointed the way as we walked by the bird house
and saw the berries
but didn't eat any. Suzanne decided to take some phone calls
as we headed along our way
towards the golf course
where the dog people
were watching the beautiful trees
as we approached hole #13
and recorded the pin
much to the amusement of this bug
in the road.
As we went along, the reflections of trees in the canal
were impressive as were the trees
in the distance. This man was tending his garden
as we caught our first view of the covered bridge
in the distance and across from the Boathouse
which was either an inn or someone's house or a genuine boat house.
This was the magic sign
that told us to turn by the house
of the unusual people. As the bridge neared
we got our directions
and left the tow path
past the weird house with colors
and a funny sign
and many signs of protest
that seemed to deal with local issues we did not understand. We also
didn't understand why the underwear
was hanging. On closer inspection, the covered bridge
looked even better inspiring Suzanne to take all of these pictures
of me. As we walked down the road
we saw the bridge
and then got to it
and after paying attention to the builders
made our way across the state line
to Frenchtown where there was a mirror of the path
we had followed to get here. Frenchtown has many stores. From the
Wooden Nickel
we captured this street scene
as the girl scouts across the street
got ready to accost passersby. The sidewalk had an interesting tiling pattern
that I should send to Branko Grunbaum. The Book Garden
had a remarkable lack of books
even as we saw their nice sign. Down the road was the sign
showing the way home. The Frenchtown Cafe
got good marks from the NYTimes but the odor of the place
didn't draw us in. I did like the statues
as Suzanne emerged from Garbo and Sasha
having visited Pardon my French
already. The bike riders
were getting ready to depart. We went into a store and took frog
pictures of the little one
the picture frames
and the bag
that doubled as a toiletries kit. We eventually stopped at Greco's
but first took an elevation picture
and noted the garbage cans
but didn't use them. Suzanne liked the store
as I checked out the Inn
looked across the bridge
recorded the fire escape
and considered the bridge
as a way to escape the attacking girl scouts
but decided to duck into Alchemy
instead of sliding down the drainage sewer
that was outside.
Now we had our drinks from Greco's -- mine
and Suzanne's
and so we were ready to leave town but first we had to record the
vital statistics
and make sure we could follow the rules
on both sides
of the bridge.
This was the road back to the canal
and these were the flowers Suzanne wanted to arrange
but we were distracted when the house of protest had another sign
so we marched on to see some beautiful trees
as the bicyclists claimed the trail
and Suzanne took these pictures of me
with grand scenery as these 2 photographers
decided to record the same scene. After the pipeline
we saw the Model T
and got a closeup
so that we could tell it was from 1922. The motorcycles were gathering
but we still found our way back to the Inn for tea
and to record the shower stall
there.
Dinner that night was at Tara's in Upper Black Eddy. Suzanne was happy
because the restaurant was less stiff and the wine
was good. These were the porcini gnocchi
but the camera didn't deal well with color contrasts. Suzanne's salad
showed better than mine
but her main course
was not as spectacular as the vegetarian plate
all of which I ate except for the cauliflower
which almost looked good enough to try. Dessert was good
and a trip to the bathroom revealed this sign
that could supposedly only be understood by Italians. Thanks to
Jacobo, I know that this statement is not true.
Sunday, Suzanne took a break
as we got ready to leave the room. We stopped at the Trading Post
where they had strong feelings
about parking even though the bridge next door
seemed to lead nowhere in particular. She was having a fine time
fixing the roof
as the car got ready to head further south to New Hope
where Suzanne posed with the tin woodsman and kangaroo
before we did the shopping thing. This was the place
where the bikers went
as Suzanne window shopped
and we recorded this familiar sign
from home.
As Suzanne went to the next store, I recorded the hubcaps
of the cars that were stopped in traffic in front of my bench
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there were more hubcaps
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and decided to call it a wonderful weekend.