67°f/19°C, clear but I think the Canadian smoke is making a haziness in the skies. Our eyes are constantly itchy, I am guessing from the smoke.
On the way north I chose a route that took longer, but avoided going through Cleveland. Instead, we drove through
rural Ohio, most of which was farm country.
On the porch of the store, this huge wood carving.
And across the street, this
horse and buggy gave a different perspective of a "stick pony"!
The store's name come from the fact that it sits at the end of the "
common", a large, grassy public area with a gazebo, benches, etc. Apparently these are common in
northeast Ohio, as we saw several other commonses (is that a word?) on our trip.
I am not sure what the "Construction Zone" was. Apparently it was some sort of tourist attraction.
We bought some delicious bread and
pimento cheese spread at the store for our lunch, and had the best raspberry chocolate chunk ice cream cone I think I have ever had. I also picked up some bulk rye flour and yeast, and looked for
spelt flour for one of Angie's recipes, but I was out of luck there.
A carload of older Amish women arrived as we were eating our ice cream, and friends, they made me swear off of ever eating an
Amish diet! I am no lightweight myself, but these ladies were quite rotund. I wondered if perhaps they were all related, and it was just hereditary.
I had been driving until we reached Mesopotamia, so that's why there are no photos before that stop. Then Larry took over. His hands had been hurting pretty badly, so I gave him 2 of my
Meloxicam in the morning , which helped a lot. I was glad to turn over the driving.
Soon after leaving the store we found ourselves driving through wine country.
Geauga (pronounced, I was told,
Jogga) county proclaims itself as
Ohio's wine country. We saw miles of beautifully kept vines, and several wineries, but since Larry was driving we didn't stop. Because, you know, he's destination-driven on trips, whereas I might meander a bit. And of course take longer to get there.
And because he didnt meander, we arrived in much less time! I will say, I didn’t stop anywhere either, except that store, on my portion of the drive. Unusual for me!
There was the water I yearned for, as blue as I remembered.
Our motel was a funny set-up. There was no staff on the premises at all. We had to go down the street to get our room key at a different motel, apparently owned by the same people. A pool was advertised, but it too was down the street at the other motel.
Our room was small, but had everything we needed: bed, coffeemaker, mini fridge, nice big shower, and best of all, it's was right on the lake. A covered porch ran along front, so I could sit out there and look at the water to my heart's content. Which I did, for 3 hours straight.
Finally I was ready to move. We were getting hungry!
We chose a winery for dinner. First criteria for a place to eat was that it have a lake view.
The Firehouse Winery offered one better: outdoor tables, and live music. I chose their "
Reflections of Lake Erie" white wine and was well pleased with it. Yes, a bottle came home with me. Given the blue bottle, I think it may be a type of Riesling.
Larry had beer and a big bowl of chili, while I ordered a wrap that featured salmon with a bacon mustard dressing, lettuce, tomatoes, onion and I forget what else. It was huge, and delicious. The music was fun, the ferris wheel was kept busy, and our sweet server, a young man from
Lithuania, was excellent. We stayed to watch the sunset to end a perfect evening.
A few sights on the way back to the motel:
Combo wine bar, psychic readings, head shop, etc.
Direction to a veritable plethora of wineries! Next time, I think we'll do a
winery tour.
"The Strip" as it's called has all kinds of things for kids and families to do---
arcades, rides,
climbing walls and so on. Many people rent golf carts to ride around in during their stay. This little town seems nostalgic, a throwback to when ocean beaches were simpler, like this. It was not at all crowded, and the atmosphere is completely laid back. A great place for families.
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