So once again plans have been unexpectedly been changed by Chris Pappas. I have come to realize he really is not one for consistency. We found a white water kayaking place near where we were staying in Maryland last night and decided to try it out in the morning. However in the morning, after both of us experienced the chi
lling maryland mountain climate, we decided that it was entirely possible for ice bergs to be floating among the rapids and that our southern blood was not fit for these arctic temperatures. So we hit the road! And drove about 4 hours to the middle of nowhere Pennsilvania (actually it was Potsville) so we could take a tour of the Yuengling brewing company. Of course we missed our exit several times and ended up being late for the last tour of the day. Determined not to miss out on the only possible excitement of the day we tagged on to a passing tour group and tried to act natural. Seems we missed an important mem
o about how no one should be wearing flip flops in the bottling factory due to broken glass on the floor. Oh well. Dad got good and drunk and so i had to drive the rest of the way to N
ew York. Just kidding. But seriously they're "samples" are more like mugs. So after an entertaining tour and some refreshing beverages we and our beer drenched shoes hopped in the car and headed to Binghamton New York. I have come to realize that when it comes to plans dad cannot stand to keep the same ones for more than several minutes; however, when it comes to hotels he insists on staying in hampton inns and hampton inns only. So as it turns out this particular hampton inn was throwing a party in the lobby. So we made an appearance and then went to find somewhere for dinner. "The Human Compass" insisted that he knew where the restauant district was in Binghamton so we drove aimlessly around in some fairly sketchy areas until i convinced the human compass that we must have passed the restauant district somewhere between the religious district and the rug district. Shame. Anyways we're back at the hotel eating the best damn cookies EVER and we're headed to Lake George tomorrow. Atleast thats the plan. Love from, Emily and the human compass.
lling maryland mountain climate, we decided that it was entirely possible for ice bergs to be floating among the rapids and that our southern blood was not fit for these arctic temperatures. So we hit the road! And drove about 4 hours to the middle of nowhere Pennsilvania (actually it was Potsville) so we could take a tour of the Yuengling brewing company. Of course we missed our exit several times and ended up being late for the last tour of the day. Determined not to miss out on the only possible excitement of the day we tagged on to a passing tour group and tried to act natural. Seems we missed an important mem
o about how no one should be wearing flip flops in the bottling factory due to broken glass on the floor. Oh well. Dad got good and drunk and so i had to drive the rest of the way to N
ew York. Just kidding. But seriously they're "samples" are more like mugs. So after an entertaining tour and some refreshing beverages we and our beer drenched shoes hopped in the car and headed to Binghamton New York. I have come to realize that when it comes to plans dad cannot stand to keep the same ones for more than several minutes; however, when it comes to hotels he insists on staying in hampton inns and hampton inns only. So as it turns out this particular hampton inn was throwing a party in the lobby. So we made an appearance and then went to find somewhere for dinner. "The Human Compass" insisted that he knew where the restauant district was in Binghamton so we drove aimlessly around in some fairly sketchy areas until i convinced the human compass that we must have passed the restauant district somewhere between the religious district and the rug district. Shame. Anyways we're back at the hotel eating the best damn cookies EVER and we're headed to Lake George tomorrow. Atleast thats the plan. Love from, Emily and the human compass.
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