Another weekend of winds and rain was forecast with the arrival of Hurricane Joaquin, and sure enough Friday and Saturday were a washout. The temperatures dropped enough to put the heating on, and with plenty of snacks squirreled away, Kota, Rosie Lee and I hunkered down on the sofa to see the storm through.
I drove out towards Rte 11, passing by fruit farms and pumpkin patches, usually filled with folk, but today completely empty. The wet skins of the orange pumpkins really popped from the green vegetation, they were going to be really clean and shiny for customers when the rain was done with them. There was hardly any traffic on the roads either so I could set my own pace, giving me a chance to see more around me.
There was an old caboose parked up outside, B and O 903778.
Inside the flea market I walked around the 90 plus stalls, enjoying seeing items that seemed to be of actual interest rather than junk. I wandered around humming along to Goodbye My Love by The Glitter Band and other 70's pop songs. There was a fabulous collection of oil lamps so I purchased one, having been on the look out for one to tide me through the oncoming winter power outages. A much nicer light than battery powered LED flashlights or lanterns.
Leaving the market and pleased with my purchase,and also feeling pretty sure that I'd return for another lamp, I sat in the car to look at my list. The next stop was Swover Creek Brewery. I'd never heard of the place and was grateful that I'd read that local paper or I'd still be in the dark. It looked like it was in the middle of nowhere and part of a farm, which sounded awesome so I headed in that direction.
Inside I walked through a small shop area to a kitchen with a couple of stools by a breakfast bar and a small table where two cyclists were enjoying lunch with a pint. What a great place, I loved the set up and made myself at home immediately on one of the stools. Todd was pouring beer by the kitchen sink and explained about the 4 beers on tap.
I could have sat there all afternoon in that cozy little space chatting with the others and slowly falling off my stool as the beer took hold, but I did have a car to drive and so when I was offered a look at the barn which was going to be the new tap room, I leaped at the chance.
They have a website, here. I did chuckle when I looked at it later and spotted a photo of some chickens in chairs, labeled the Eggcentric Egg and Chicken Ranch! Their chickens are certainly spoiled, having complete freedom, and are obviously very happy.
Their website is here.
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