The Mini 'Moon
The morning after the wedding, was wild. I awoke a little hung over, wondering what had happened to all of the left over booze, and I found it in the hotel's store room near the office. Next, there was the matter of packing up and schmoozing in the lobby. The wedding party showed up to help with the packing. We also divided up the booze among them all. In preparation for Jessica's wedding, I had also brought an extra 24 bottles of mead, and 24 bottles of cranberry cider, which I offloaded that morning. My father had lost his camera (he thought, at the time) and buzzed around before going off on his own adventure (camping and hiking in the Hocking Hills).
We finally made it out of town, and took the long, winding road south (I-77) through Wytheville (our one-time romantic destination) and cut west on I-81 (past Johnson City). On the drive, we robbed our wedding cards for toll money (found fifty $2 bills), and down in a West Virginia holler at roadside rest for lunch: leftovers from the wedding (baba, tabouli, chicken, cheese, pitas and bread).
The cabin was on a gravel drive at the end of a dead end, city street lined with double-wides. There were multiple cabins down the road. Ours was a two-story loft with a kitchen and living room downstairs. The living room opened onto a porch through sliding doors, which hung over a pasture of berries, PI, and elder bushes surrounding a small pond. Inside at night with just a small lamp turned on (and the big blackness seeping in from the patio doors), the cabin seemed woody and warm, glowing orange, like the a citrus flavored IPA.
We spent a lot of time sleeping. I think we were quite run down, even sick after the wedding. We also took in some small adventures. In Hot Springs, we found a cherry cider on tap at one of the restaurants off main street. When I got back home, I brewed a copy of it (it eventually made me . We hiked the AT on the mountains overlooking the town. We also, went for deep-holler hike along a rushing river. Poison ivy flanked the path, driving me mad. I kept up a steady stream of groans and hisses on the hike, which drove Susan mad. On the way out, we snatched a bunch of jewelweed and made a medicinal wash for our selves, our shoes, and our dog.
The last thing I have to mention is the cheese. Great blocks of cheese - a soft white slab and a hard cheddar - were remnants of the cheese tower appetizer. We toasted open-faced sandwiches on a dry, cast-iron skillet late into the nights.
When we returned to our Chapel Hill home, we quickly started planning for our full honeymoon in Puerto Rico.
We finally made it out of town, and took the long, winding road south (I-77) through Wytheville (our one-time romantic destination) and cut west on I-81 (past Johnson City). On the drive, we robbed our wedding cards for toll money (found fifty $2 bills), and down in a West Virginia holler at roadside rest for lunch: leftovers from the wedding (baba, tabouli, chicken, cheese, pitas and bread).
The cabin was on a gravel drive at the end of a dead end, city street lined with double-wides. There were multiple cabins down the road. Ours was a two-story loft with a kitchen and living room downstairs. The living room opened onto a porch through sliding doors, which hung over a pasture of berries, PI, and elder bushes surrounding a small pond. Inside at night with just a small lamp turned on (and the big blackness seeping in from the patio doors), the cabin seemed woody and warm, glowing orange, like the a citrus flavored IPA.
We spent a lot of time sleeping. I think we were quite run down, even sick after the wedding. We also took in some small adventures. In Hot Springs, we found a cherry cider on tap at one of the restaurants off main street. When I got back home, I brewed a copy of it (it eventually made me . We hiked the AT on the mountains overlooking the town. We also, went for deep-holler hike along a rushing river. Poison ivy flanked the path, driving me mad. I kept up a steady stream of groans and hisses on the hike, which drove Susan mad. On the way out, we snatched a bunch of jewelweed and made a medicinal wash for our selves, our shoes, and our dog.
The last thing I have to mention is the cheese. Great blocks of cheese - a soft white slab and a hard cheddar - were remnants of the cheese tower appetizer. We toasted open-faced sandwiches on a dry, cast-iron skillet late into the nights.
When we returned to our Chapel Hill home, we quickly started planning for our full honeymoon in Puerto Rico.
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