In honor of last night’s Tony Awards, name the show the title of this post is from! It’s ok, I didn’t know it either (and I missed the Tony’s due to my love for Bill & Eric & Sookie), but B & K declared it our official anthem for Shohola, PA.
As expected, this weekend was everything I needed after a hectic week.
First rule of thumb for weekend getaways? All the best mini-road trips start with the scenic route:
We arrived in Shohola after the sun went down, and stopped at the Pinehurt Country Lodge, second year running. Should you venture to this hotspot, keep in mind that the kitchen closes at 9:30 and there is a 98% chance that the lodge is haunted. Statistics determined by me, and I got a B- in AP Stat in high school, so take that for what it’s worth.
This was our view during dinner (we arrived at 9:07 PM):
We skipped the broiled salmon and the broiled tilapia and instead took advantage of their salad bar & French onion soup that, per the waitress, is soo good that sometimes she takes it home and then brings it back the next morning. She didn’t explain if she eats what she takes home or just sits next to it and smells it before bringing it back, but we tried not to think about it too much. She changed topics quickly anyway and asked us if she smelled like garlic. Still, she was no Stacey, and for that we were grateful.
After a low key night, we woke up bright and early for breakfast on the porch, followed by market hopping of the flea and farmer varieties.
Along with a bottle of local wine for later that night, my favorite purchase of the day was a $1 vintage globe. Though there’s no copyright date, we were able to narrow it down to the 70/80s based on Zaire and East and West Germany.
By the time we got back to the house, it had warmed up enough to strap on our water shoes and head down to the “crick.” I’d like to point out that though the homeowners affectionately call this a “crick,” I put it in the category of “Raging River of Death,” as there are rapids and I have mystery cuts and bruises all over my legs and feet.
We spent the afternoon splashing around, beers in hand, followed by a waterside barbecue, mid-day naps, and movie watching. Perfection.
As always, we staved off our Sunday depression by extending our trip as long as possible, with a stop at the Warwick Winery for lunch and a bottle of their famous hard cider.
But still, worth it.
The weekend was capped off with pinkberry and pug snuggling on the couch, and here we are: back at Monday. Sigh.