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Do you think that we’ll explore the town of Green Hills, Montana in the series and Sonic 3? Like slice of life stuff or more history? I don’t think that there’s a whole lot to the town other than it being described as a “dinky backwater town.”
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Believe it or not, the town of Green Hills is very fruitful in its foundation! It may not feel like it, but there’s definitely a rich history of when the town was established. (Whew! Now y’all get to see how big of a nerd I am. That’s either a really good thing or a bad thing). I’ll hyperlink all of my sources/claims to specific information so y’all can review it at a later date. Hopefully, this add a bit more detail than what the Sonic Wikis have for the films.
Down below are bullet points and photos of Green Hills, Montana:
Green Hills was founded in the early 1800's by a group of explorers surveying and mapping that state of Montana. The rugged explorers took nearly 30 years in making a complete map of the state and claiming the area as home. Green Hills is located in the middle of the state and known to have fascinating geological features. The town was called "Green Hills" due to the unique shades of green found in its flora. Essentially, the town was founded by chance because it took so long to survey between 1806 to 1835.
One of the town's founders, Morgan McConnell, specifically wanted to build a town in the heart of Montana because of the area's geological feature--checkered patterns. Morgan McConnell was credited for charting nearly a quarter of the state, including the town, and coined as as THE explorer of Montana. His favorite location to sit and work at was the Devil's Pinkie (the ledge that Sonic stands at in the first and second film). Unexpectedly, McConnell fell off of the Devil's Pinkie and died. According to town legend, McConnell's name echoed through the valley ranges for hours after he died. It's unknown if these are still heard in the area today.
Between 1870 and 1883, the town of Green Hills became one of the firsts settled areas along the Northern Pacific Railway. The transcontinental railroad system stretched from the State of Minnesota, the Pacific Northwest, and along the main line opening at the Great Lakes. A town plaque describes Green Hills as a "golden spike" by former USA president Ulysses S. Grant and viewed as an important hub. The town is credited as a supply depot, as well as known for bringing in large immigration populations. The railroad system is still a crucial necessity of the town today.
The first settlers of Green Hills, Montana didn't start making their migration to the area until the 1860s. The settlers were faced with hardships of the land, lack of infrastructure, and brutal winters. Families were known to mingle together in small dwellings and form small communities. Polygamous families were common until Christian morality arrived to the area in later years (Welcome-to-Green-Hills, 2021).
Main Street features the town's first general store, a feed and gardening supply store, and post office.
Green Hills, Montana takes pride in country hospitality. The warmer months have communal events such as hoedowns, harvests and festivals, fishing derbies, farmers markets, and horseback riding events. The business district features Dr. Maddie Wachowski's veterinary clinic, antique shops, a brewery (AKA, the Beer Gardens), a stationary shop, a butcher's shop, and the Mean Bean Coffee Shop (the slogan: "drink mean"). (Tails Channel, 2021).
The Green Hills Community Theater is a town gem. It was established in 1905 and has been known to put on spectacular and successful productions for over 100 years.
The Green Hills Bulletin (the local newspaper) says that they've been the hot spot for a classic car show for the past twenty years, have a "Dog of the Week" section, a local artist guild that does mosaics for the town, recently had a worker's strike on repairing the railroad system in town, and are in the middle of a movement for accessibility laws for disabled residents.
In the first movie's novel, Green Hills is known for its massive Blueberry festivals in the fall. This is an event that's welcome to all of the farmers in the state and neighboring states. Tom is known to actively take part of the festival.
In the 1900's, the town saw an influx of United States veterans occupy the area. It's seen as a "retirement community" to those not actively serving.
The town as a population of nearly 2,000 residents, as implied by the "Welcome to Green Hills" sign at the speed trap.
There's definitely more that the town has to offer in terms of history. When I have the chance, I'll give this post some more attention and add to it. Until then, enjoy some historical facts about our Dinky Backwater Town!
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Beer Events 6.1
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1st written record of Scotch Whisky (1495)
The disbanded Virginia Legislature, defying the Royal Governor, met in a tavern and declared they would no longer "import from Great Britain ... beer, ale, porter, malt" thus setting the stage for the American brewing industry (1774)
Thrale Brewery, co-owned by Dr. Samuel Johnson, offered for sale (1781)
Louis Pasteur published Studies on Fermentation: The Diseases of Beer, Their Causes, and the Means of Preventing Them (1876)
Otto Zwietusch patented a Vent for Beer-Barrels (1880)
Prohibition of Alcohol in Manitoba, Canada Went into Effect (1916) Moerlein Brewing stopped production due to the impending Prohibition (1919)
Supreme Court ruled the 18th Amendment constitutional, which allowed Prohibition to proceed (1920)
Weber Brewery reopened after Prohibition (Waukesha, Wisconsin; 1934)
Frederick Siebel patented a Brewing Process (1937)
Superman debuts (1938)
Schaefer Brewing patented a Design for a Holder for Beer Foam Scrapers (1943)
Labatt introduces the six pint carton (1948)
International Cheese Treaty signed (1951)
1st issue of CAMRA’s newspaper What’s Brewing published (1972)
West Bend Brewing dissolved (Wisconsin; 1972)
Heimlich Maneuver introduced (1974)
Hoppy Brewing's Sacramento brewpub opened (1999)
Brewery Openings
Latrobe Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1939)
Capitol Brewing (Wisconsin; 1986)
Olde Heurich Brewing (Washington, DC; 1986)
Cherryland Brewing (Wisconsin; 1988)
Gordon Biersch (Palo Alto, California; 1988)
Highland Pub & Brewery (Oregon; 1988)
Les Brasseurs Du Nord brewery (Quebec, Canada; 1988)
Santa Fe Brewing (New Mexico; 1988)
Algonquin Brewery (Ontario; 1989)
Bohannon Brewing (Tennessee; 1989)
Market Street Brewery & Public House (Tennessee; 1989)
Etna Brewing (California; 1990)
Atlantic Brewing (Maine; 1991)
Burkhardt Brewing (Ohio; 1991)
Portsmouth Brewery (New Hampshire; 1991)
Beach Brewing (Florida; 1992)
H.C. Berger Brewing (Colorado; 1992)
Hazel Dell Brewpub (Washington; 1993)
Old Bear Brewery (England; 1993)
Redondo Beach Brewing (California; 1993)
Red, White & Brew (California; 1993)
Riverside Brewing (California; 1993)
Spring Street Brewing (New York; 1993)
Vino's brewery (Arkansas; 1993)
El Dorado Brewing (California; 1994)
Estes Park Brewing (Colorado; 1994)
Saint Arnold Brewing (Texas; 1994)
Valley Brewing (California; 1994)
Backwater Brewing (Minnesota; 1995)
Carlsbad Brewery (California; 1995)
Dave's Brewpub (Kansas; 1995)
Downtown Brewing (South Carolina; 1995)
Front Street Brewery (North Carolina; 1995)
Mill Street Brewing (Minnesota; 1995)
Old Raleigh Brewing (North Carolina; 1995)
Rockford Brewing (Delaware; 1995)
Twisted Pine Brewing (Colorado; 1995)
Brewers Union (California; 1996)
Butte Creek Brewing (California; 1996)
Flossmoor Station Brewing (Illinois; 1996)
FMI Brewing (Kansas; 1996)
Gluek Brewing (Minnesota; 1996)
La Brasserie Aux Quarte Temps (Canada; 1996)
Lakes of Muskoka Brewery (Canada; 1996)
Lawler Brewing (Arizona; 1996)
Microbrasserie Bas St. Laurent (Canada; 1996)
Moab Brewery (Utah; 1996)
Sleeping Giant Brewing (Montana; 1996)
Stone Brewing (California; 1996)
Sunrise at the Oasis (California; 1996)
B.O.B.'s House of Brews (Michigan; 1997)
Brewery Creek Brewing (Wisconsin; 1997)
Copperhead Ale Co. (California; 1997)
Cottage City Brewing (Massachusetts; 1997)
Flying Pig Brewing (Washington; 1997)
Globe Brewery & Barbecue Co. (Arizona; 1997)
Kappatsu Brewing (California; 1997)
Local Color Restaurant, Brewing & Distilling (Michigan; 1997)
Mackinaw Brewing (Michigan; 1997)
Sacketts Harbor Brewing (New York; 1997)
Sausalito Brewing (California; 1997)
So Yo Brewing (California; 1997)
Glasscock Brewing (Texas; 1998)
Mount Nittany Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1998)
Propeller Brewing (Canada; 1998)
Scotch Irish Brewing (Canada; 1998)
Uncle Tucker's Brewhouse (Maryland; 1998)
Bragdy Ynys Men brewery (Wales; 1999)
Hoppy Brewpub (California; 1999)
Ice Breakers Brewery & Restaurant (Georgia; 1999)
Ketchikan Brewing (Arkansas; 1999)
Komanosato Brewery (Japan; 1999)
Moon River Brewing (Georgia; 1999)
Buntingford Brewery (England; 2000)
Goldthorn Brewery (England; 2000)
Slout Brothers Public House (Wisconsin; 2000)
Ramapo Valley Brewing (New York; 2001)
Greenland Brewhouse (Greenland; 2006)
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BACKWATER RIVER 205
[Basegame]
This cute little loft suits a small artistic family with one toddler on two levels. Perfect for a freelancer who loves to be artsy in their own art gallery at home. It has a front patio and a backyard with bbq. Contains everything a smol family needs.
Located in Southern Magnolia Haven, Foundry Cove gives a cozy, urban feel with canals and you can find nearby an active railroad. At the end of the Foundry Cove you can visit the Ol’ Glas Barn Brewery.
One of my first builds but updated and improved. 🥺 I lub this home!🤧
Content: NOCC
Venue: Residence
Size: 30x20
Rooms: 2
Bath: 2
Value: § 119.974
World: Willow Creek aka. Magnolia Haven
Location: Bargain Bend
Credit: NOCC Pics by surfchiccreations and simlicy [Gallery]
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Always Adfree [yes, babe]
Playtested and always activate moo.
Inbox me if tray files don’t work. 😉.
Tag @fleurlibelle if you use it, would love to see, will reblog.
Preview picture is always included.
My TOU applies on all my creations.
Thanks ahead for reblogging 🥰.
Improved version vs. original [Gallery]
Rebuild Project
This build is a part of my “Magnolia Haven” save. Willow Creek in my save “Magnolia Haven” is almost done. Magnolia Haven needs ‘only’ 5 more lots,😭 😂. Rebuilding all the worlds I have. Save file will be published at some point as soon I’m done!
Design follows functionality! All my lots are gameplay and storyteller-friendly 😘. Enjoy and happy simming.
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Quick Fic:
Happy Fic ahoy. I decided that everyone lives in KotET. This is in contrast to what I’m writing currently in The Grand Reveal (my Rishi fic). Let me have my warm fuzzies.
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Hey. Grab Vette from wherever and a six-pack from the cantina -- the bartender will know which one.
Theron stared at the Holonet message in his head, eyebrow arching as he composed a reply. That request sounds...interesting.
Dream on. Just bring both of ‘em to the hangar. I’ll be landing in about 20.
Theron shook his head, about to object to Eva’s insinuation, but he let it drop. There wasn’t anyone else he wanted but that her, and she knew it. If she didn’t, he’d enlighten her later after she delivered whatever surprise she had for Vette.
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“So I’ve been running the Star Fortress sims since I arrived -- getting better at it. What would you think of Blizz and me as a team?” Vette had been dropping hints about running independent ops for awhile, and now she’d just cut to the chase to try to get Theron to set her up with something more substantial.
“I think we need to talk about group composition.”
“With the amount of explosives that little guy has on him --”
“It’s exponentially more concerning to me.” Theron gave her a look. Vette was a good operative, but much like Eva, she needed someone slightly less chaotic to partner with. Someone relatively more orderly and cautious while still allowing for a little creativity -- Bowdaar fit that bill for the smuggler, and strangely, so did Theron. (Lana had sworn off running partnered ops with Eva unless necessary; med staff felt Lana’s ulcer waxed and waned based upon how much improvisation Eva had come up with during any given mission.)
Blizz was not that Jawa. That was why he was partnered up with Torian Cadera and currently on mission away from Odessen.
Theron and Vette reached the half-way point on the catwalk that led to Virtue’s Thief’s private landing site and watched as the ship descended. Theron switched the hand that held the requested beer as he waited, somewhat impatiently; he could be working right now, right up to the moment Eva de-boarded, but no, he was delivering one six-pack of cheap Ord Mantell beer and one Twi’leek.
Despite his internal grousing, Theron found himself grinning when he finally caught sight of that familiar brunette head as the gangplank lowered. It’d been a couple of weeks since she, Bowdaar, C2, and Guss had gone off to follow-up on leads pertaining to the rest of the missing crew.
Eva saw him waiting and flashed him a smile, then gestured for both him and Vette to wait one minute. Eva disappeared momentarily back into the ship and reemerged with an unexpected number of sentients. First down the gangplank was Akaavi Spar, ever confident and ever intimidating. Despite losing an obscene amount of credits to her on Yavin, Theron was gratified to see her in one piece and sporting her own, new set of armor -- a set Eva had funded shortly before her disappearance. Akaavi always did have the best sabacc face of the bunch; if she was impressed by Odessen, she gave no sign.
Theron was mildly surprised to see that trailing along behind Akaavi, holding her hand, was Mako. He hadn’t seen her since Rishi, since the Grand Champion had -- yeah. It’d been awhile. Mako’s head turned to absorb the entire base as quickly as she could, and her awe was evident.
The two women -- so different, but the connection between them was obvious. Akaavi finally made eye contact with Theron and gently tugged Mako’s hand, making sure she was aware of the former SIS man. Eva had apparently briefed the two of them on ‘the situation’ between the smuggler and the spy; Akaavi gave him a nod, and Mako a polite smile.
Theron wouldn’t blame Mako if they never did quite become friends.
"Agent Shan. Ready for the show?” Akaavi asked, voice surprisingly light.
Vette tilted her head to look at Theron, an unspoken “huh?” on her face.
At the top of the gangplank were now Eva, Bowdaar, and Guss, and they were speaking with Corso Riggs. He looked better than the haggard drifter Theron had last seen. A brief flash of memory, and Theron adjusted his grip one more time on the beer, shifting his weight.
Corso always bought Eva her favorite dessert from Naboo; she always bought him his favorite beer from Ord Mantell.
A gasp from Vette redirected Theron’s attention from Corso. Vette’s eyes had grown huge as she stared up at the figures still on the Thief. Theron followed her line of sight up to ...Risha Drayen. The pieces fell together, now that Theron knew Eva had finally been successful in finding her crew. He stifled a laugh and let himself just stare at the Captain, the one who had been so shocked upon finding Vette, the one who then became so obsessed with finding Risha.
She caught him looking at her and went back to talking to Risha and Corso at the top of the gangplank. Theron distantly overheard Risha say, “Well, let’s see how you’ve done with this backwater,” in that haughty tone she’d always used to hide herself.
Risha didn’t make it more than a few steps before she saw who was already moving toward her on the catwalk. She froze. The arrogant mask dropped away, and Theron saw what remained of the child Risha had once been -- before the summer of trees in Corellia, before her father’s death, before she had been shaped into something that appeared heartless (which couldn’t be further from the truth, he had learned from Eva).
“Vette?” Risha’s low voice cracked, and her eye makeup was in imminent danger within seconds.
“Rish,” Vette confirmed as she started move faster toward the other woman -- her sister in another life. Vette’s lekku flew out behind her as she reached top speed. Risha was still dazed and slowly took steps down the gangplank. Theron strafed to the side and let his hip hug the railing as he moved toward Virtue’s Thief.
Vette nearly bowled Risha over, and though she remained standing, Risha let her blaster rifle drop off her shoulder as she embraced her. As Theron quietly passed them on the way up the gangplank, he heard:
“Didn’t think you’d survive.”
“Thanks, you too.”
Then the sort of relieved laughter that came from reunions -- so much had changed yet so little had.
As Theron reached the top of the gangplank, he found that Eva, Corso, Guss, and Bowdaar were already sitting at the top, looking down on the scene. Eva grinned up at Theron, but said to her crewmate, “I did even better for you, Corso.”
A pause, then a chuckle. “Hot damn, I can’t believe you found some -- brewery shut down due to the Zakuul vice taxes. What’s your next trick, walking on water?” Corso reached both hands out to Theron -- one to take the beer, and the other to shake the man’s hand. “Thanks, Theron.”
He’d promised Corso he’d find her. Promise kept.
Eva tugged on Theron’s pant leg, urging him to sit down next to her. As Risha and Vette continued their teary reunion, Corso was quick to break open the six pack and distribute the bottles, keeping the spare himself. “Akaavi hates the stuff,” he offered as a way of explanation. “She’s going to Lana to see if she and Mako can have a bunk together and probably find something less disgusting to drink.”
Theron peered at the bottle in his hand before taking a swallow. He’d had worse. Eva waved across the docks at Akaavi. Theron couldn’t quite see from this distance, but he thought he saw white, shiny glints of teeth from the Zabrak. And it wasn’t her angry face.
Eva took a deep swallow, until the bubbles tickled her nose, and then she just sat there, looking exceedingly pleased with herself. “I win.”
Bowdaar (whose bottle was hilariously dwarfed in his hand) grunted at her. “You won against the Empire.”
Eva dismissed it. “This is better.”
“Gang’s back together.” Guss held his bottle in both hands.
Eva took another swallow. “Gang’s bigger.” She nudged Theron with her hip, and he playfully nudged her back. “When are Torian and Blizz due back?”
“Few days. You tell Mako?”
“Nope.” In profile, Theron could see that devilish grin break over her face.
The winning streak would continue. He’d drink to that.
#swtor fan fiction#theron shan x smuggler#risha drayen#vette#theron shan#warm fuzzy feelings#smuggler crew#bounty hunter crew#swtor#smuggler
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another batch of things i’ve drawn for beyond the veil
the first two are for Shantasel, an elf city situated high up in the trees, with magically-powered elevators.
next is Valba, a backwater town with a moonshine brewery and a temple of Lathander converted from a smithy.
the rainbow-colored town is Zirav, a secret settlement in the mountains populated by orcs and halflings, since the previous orc settlement was destroyed (inspired by @cryingcucumber ‘s orc lore, or Lorc)
then there’s the Torga mountain caves, which were taken over by the local evil dryad and her mind-controlled minions. it features lots of plants and flowers, a maze, and a secret tunnel. these maps are also inconsistently labelled.
finally there’s the portrait of Zielia, the aforementioned evil dryad.
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TB takes the place of Maven Black-briar, as “Lord” Durand Poppyfeld, owner of Poppyfeld Breweries that make a variety of booze, with their most popular drink being Blackbear Beer. This is actually TB’s absolute least favorite of the drinks they produce, but Ains likes it and frankly, if Ains likes it then TB knows every Nord in Skyrim will like it, so that’s what he sells the most of. For those with fancier tastes or really, any tastebuds at all, he also makes Poppyfeld Mead, Autumnbear Ale, Brownbear Brandy, and imports wine from his vinyards in Cyrodiil. The lattermost, being vintage, imported, and necessitating a certain amount of risk for shipments, is almost exclusively consumed by nobility or the wealthiest of merchants.
As one of the largest booze producers in Skyrim, he makes bank. And in return, runs the seedier side of Riften, with numerous links to the Thieves’ Guild. But as he also almost single-handedly pays the salaries of the Riften Guards, he has run of almost the entire town. Hence, while not being Jarl, he is often called Lord Poppyfeld of Riften (most often to mock him).
Those in the know--and with enough money--might also be aware that the little lord is a fine alchemist and enchanter, many a noble eager to buy an amulet or necklace or ring of poison resistance or immunity.
For his wealth, affluence, and near-limitless power, he despises living in Skyrim. But here he is, stuck in the backwater skooma den of Tamriel, freezing his ass off and now dealing with dragon attacks.
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Barba headcanons!
Have this poorly thought-out mess of my Barba Bracken feelings:
Realistic Headcanon: To borrow a GRRM phrase, Barba was “Bracken to the Bone,” preferring horse-riding and brewery to life in the Maidenvault and later as Aegon’s mistress. She spent most of her life at Stone Hedge and considered it her home and the best place on Planetos. Thus she felt resentful when she realized she could not inherit Stone Hedge on account of her sex, and was relegated to “poor cousin” status after her father’s death when her male cousin had to move in.
Unrealistic but Hilarious Headcanon: Barba and funny do not mix in my head, but I imagine that as a young teen raised in the relative backwater of Stone Hedge, she gave the Maidenvault’s later years some new energy when everyone else had been there for almost a decade. She snuck some of the Bracken’s homemade beer into the vault (delivered in disguised package by her siblings) and there would be a party. Once she and Daena got so drunk, they threw Daena’s antique hairbrushes down the corridor. Another time, they drew swear words all over the walls in charcoal like these two troublemakers.
Heartcrushing and Awful Headcanon: Did you mean Barba’s entire life? I’ve got a whole tag of that. So something new, and doesn’t make her seem like a bad parent? She kept the jewels Aegon IV gave her as mistress despite the fact that he murdered half of her family, because she they were the only valuables that were hers alone rather than the Lord of Stone Hedge’s; think of them as an emergency cash source. She pawned at least some of them in buying Aegor his first plate armor when he rode off to war.
Unrealistic but Fuck Canon Headcanon: Other than being a lesbian? Well, after escaping King’s Landing during the Great Spring Sickness, she made her way back to the Riverlands and joined the Blackfyre supporters’ counter-spy network (which did exist, and at least in history, older women were essential spies because of how they were often overlooked). Her knowledge of the lands and streams of the Red Fork proved invaluable in getting supplies through the notoriously-divided and invasion-prone Riverlands. She lived past 219AL and saw Aegor one last time before he left Westeros following the 3rd Blackfyre Rebellion.
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Live Music Line Up for the Weekend Ahead
Live Music Line Up for the Weekend Ahead
At A Glance Music This Week
by Susan Baugham
Keeping an eye on the scene around Beaufort and Pitt Counties, Susan Baugham, right.
Fri 4/23
John and Landy “The Old Gringos” 8-10 pm at Uptown Brewery, Uptown Greenville
Cierra Linton 9pm-12 at Market St Pub, Washington
Eli Craig Band 8-11:30pm at Jacks on the Waterfront, Morehead City
Slack Jaw 6:30-9:30 at Backwater Jacks,…
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The road went riverlike between long bones of rock and hills grey-green with brush. It followed the lay of the land, meandering down narrow valleys, cresting about the outermost edges of every rill and rise that corrugated the country before Senie.
Simra had never travelled this way. It was independent land; a backwater sworn to no Great House. He’d never had reason to stray here, and had reasons aplenty to travel no further. This road and this way tended eastward. Behind the mountains where the sun rose each morning lay Daen Seeth. A wide wet valley where two rivers ran. The Naddu and the long south-flowing Seeth, that tended from Dhalmora to Mournhold, and then through Dres lands to the sea. But between those rivers and down the Seeth was Temple heartland, the holdings of House Indoril. Best avoided, he reckoned. Best to be cautious.
In swaying pace they followed the track. Two guars, three riders; packs and a plodding pace.
The road was sand and grit underfoot, but the dirt itself was growing darker. Perhaps it was the wet weather: the sky’s attempts at snow, slurried and melting before it reached the ground. But today’s weather was clear, the sky tin-coloured but cloudless, and still the ground seemed darker.
Facing backwards on Tammunei’s guar, Simra chanced on the dry weather and opened out his book-bag, checking his maps one by one. His motions were lazy, tired. His eyes focused slow, taking moments more than usual to read the titles, annotations, the cartographer’s seals. But it was this or stare into space. He’d sooner fill his thoughts, at least as best he could.
The only map that showed this place was the oldest, the vaguest, the largest in scope: the Imperial Cartographical Society’s map, printed on the frontmost pages of his Third Era almanac.
“Ought to reach Senie today,” said Simra. “Reckon we’re in the fork now. Between the rivers.” Weeds and shrubs and heather struggled less on the slopes to either side of the path. Before there’d been nothing but scree, stone the colour of drought. “Map says we’ll find Senie where the waters meet.”
“Does it say anything else?” Tammunei asked. “What kind of a town is it, Senie?”
“No idea. Never been, heard no news. On the map it’s just a name. Then again…”
The map showed this land all but blank. Half-empty but for the to-and-fro of its rivermarks, the name of one town, written in Tamrielic, and all that hedged between hasty-drawn mountains, to north-west and south-east. A lie, that pale bare paper. In truth the country round Senie was folded and ridged, irregular as cloth let to fall in rucks and draperies. Strange and abrupt after the plains, where the sky had seemed more than half of all there was to the world. Here the world rose up to try and hide it.
“Then again what?” Noor put in from where she rode ahead.
“Nothing. Just a shit map is all. Makes everything look empty as everything else.”
“There’s nix in the hills,” said Tammunei. “Kagouti in the tangles of woodland. Their tusks leaves marks on the trunks of the trees and their foraging tills the ground. Groundbirds. Fat white grubs like living scars in the hollows of dead trees. Creeks and streams, newts and minnows. Water flowing under the earth. Nothing’s empty.”
“People?” said Simra.
“I don’t hear any,” Tammunei said. “I’ll tell you if that changes.”
After the sudden squalls and hard-biting breeze of the plains, they travelled low paths now between high places, and the air was calm and windless. More to hear, though. The murmur of trees and heather, and the stutter of loose stones, moving soil. The shriek of distant birds and all the creeping racing sounds of life carrying on, wild and unseen, beyond the edges of the road. This was the sort of wilderness that always made Simra uneasy. The plains were simple, empty, and all but all there was to know about them was there for the eyes to see. But here was a thick and speechless madness of life, impossibly to understand, with too much hidden for comfort.
Tammunei seemed to like it. He caught them humming to themself, adding harmony to a tune only they could hear. A gentle nod with every step of the guar they shared. By the shape of their shoulders, the shape of their silence, Simra would have wagered Tammunei was smiling. Close-lipped, a soft stretch on their heart-shaped face. He knew it well enough. Could picture it easier than stop himself picturing it. That worried him as much as the blind crests of the hills and highlands surrounding them; the dense shadows beneath the deepening trees.
The road turned a left and took on a gentle slope. Midday rose in the sky and then hid between the eaves of a sudden thick-wooded swale. Bare limbed trees and grey craggy bark. Flashes of lichen in warning shades of yellow. Whatever moved amongst the branches, the trunks, the roots, sounded like a rattle of spears, a clutter of bones. Between the high metallic sun and the woodland canopy, the world grew dappled in shades of twilight.
“…fuck this,” Simra muttered.
“D’you fear beasts or bandits?” Noor mocked him.
“Neither… Both. Fuck. This place. Just this place as it is.”
As the road levelled off and wended on through the woods, the dirt of it turned to mud. Water gathered here and stood, stinking, sucking at the feet of their guar. If not for the roots of the trees, Simra reckoned a heavy rain or wet season would have made it a swamp, and only the cold kept the air free of flies.
Moss thrived in the damp, and hung like hair, like curtains, like things squat and cloaked among the branches, deep green and heavy on the leafless trees. Mushrooms peopled the forest floor and the edges of the path.
“Wait.” Tammunei reined in their guar and Noor stopped too, angling her guar half-towards them, showing them its flank. “See those?” Tammunei pointed towards the bole of a great black-barked tree, a little ways from the path. The trunkbelly was ledged with red fungi. “Those are good to eat.”
Simra noted them. Shuffled off the guar’s hindquarters to land crouching on the pathdirt. “I’ll gather us some.” He went to Noor’s guar and untied a saddlesack, going to the tree with the bag’s mouth open. His legs complained, stiff and saddlesore, as he stretched them.
“Beeftongues,” Tammunei called from the saddles as Simra edged a shallow way into the woods. “It’s best to cut them away from the bark. They crumble if you break them off, and then they’re only fit for porridge!”
Simra took out his filleting knife and began to cut, filling the sack with tonguelike lolls of deep-red fungus.
With time the road broke away from the trees and the land began to level. A wide valley between farther flung slopes, terrain cut flat with mattock and pick, and shored with boards and screens of wicker. In the distance, terraces of shrubby trees. The air, the cold, the steam of Simra’s breath all blurred them, but they seemed more regular than wild. Orchards perhaps, or plantings of tea, fruitless and leafless in Winter.
Closer by, around the road, the country was patched together from scraps of plot and field. Wicker breaks split claim from claim. Paddies glinted dark and waterlogged beneath the afternoon sun, divided by banks of packed dark earth. Weeks, months from what ought to have been harvest time, grains and gram stood ripe and forgotten. Hackle-lo and mustardgreens – hardy leaves grown for colder months – lay ready too, between the crop-rows. A new reek hung on the still cool air. A smell balanced between a brewery, a tannery, a midden or a charnel pit, as the red droops of amaranth and white-furred fingers of millet began to rot in the fields.
Simra misliked it. Worse than the woodland, worse than the plains. He waited for someone else to say it. Waited and waited as the guar plodded on. But why would they? How would Noor know the time for sowing and time to get in a yield? Simra, cityborn, only knew from knowing what it meant. These were signs he’d learnt to look out for. Either this was a place where a sellsword could earn coin and their keep, or where a traveller ought to pass quick and faceless through, if they had to pass at all.
“There are bones here,” said Noor. “Unburied, riteless. Something’s wrong.”
Simra cursed his waiting. A prickle of irritation down his spine that he’d not been the one to say it. A dolt without eyes in his head, let alone a sense for the subtle, the spiritual — that’s what she’ll take you for now, Simra, and that’s if she didn’t already. But he set his mouth and straightened his back and silenced that thought as it came. Listened instead. Looked the land over.
To sunward, shapes that moved like nix chased each other between the rows of crops. The stems rustled and flattened as the animals prowled amongst them. Where the millet was flattened they cast long shadows as the haze and hills and sky and sun behind them turned all the colour of copper.
Sometimes a shack or hut stood out from the fields. Brick and adobe in red earth-tones with roofs of thatch. No smoke from any chimney; no light in any of their beady-eyed windows.
“There’s violence here,” Simra said. “Or the shadow left by it. Or the fear of it. This is land people have left behind. Livelihoods abandoned.”
“Why?” Tammunei said.
“Maybe they were running.” Simra shrugged. Not that Tammu would see it so much as feel it, through their back against his back. “Maybe not. Land settles and unsettles quick in Morrowind these days, I reckon. People claim it, lose it, get run off it. This is lordless land, as far as I know. No Great Houses out here to protect it, give their peasants a peace. And the small Houses squabble like growing siblings over scraps at dinner. Odds are as good that this is highborn work as it is that it’s outlaws, bandits. Either way, stinks of war, raiding, spilt out of Summer where it belongs and stretched through Autumn and after…”
“Will Senie be like this too?”
“I don’t know,” Simra admitted. “But it’ll be hungry, that’s for certain. Fuck…if I’d known I might’ve bought more rice.”
“You’ve never been one for charity before…”
Simra’s neck flushed hot beneath the folds of his scarf. “You don’t know that—… I mean, I didn’t mean…” He made a noise in his throat: a rattling sigh. “Fuck. It’d sell. We could’ve sold it. Three, four times its worth? Fuck, forget it. Useless to think what could’ve been anyway.”
The silence that fell after that was prickly, sour on Simra’s tongue as it was in his ears.
Dusk drew on. Here and there, among the shadows, what looked like a half-scythed field. Burst veins of irrigations flooded swathes of land. The hivelike shapes of grainstores rose up, empty no doubt, black against the setting sun.
As he called a magelight against the gathering dark, Simra heard running water. The slow crawl of a wide river. The last sight the sky allowed before it turned full-night was a tall flat plateau ahead, direct in the way of their road. Lamplights and spell-lights glittered and guttered there, scattered throughout the blackness of its looming shape. Walls, townwalls, fortwalls, and the glow of homes and hearths in what windows dared light them.
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Day 164: Nuremberg
Today we enjoyed one of our favorite, most eye-opening excursions of the entire trip: Nuremberg.
Like many other Americans, I suspect, I mainly knew about Nuremberg in connection to the Nazis. It was site of the infamous and iconic rally grounds where the Nazis displayed their strength to the world, as well as the site of the post-war Nuremberg trials where many Nazis were sentenced to death.
But that is only one side of that story, and that story is only one of many that Nuremberg has to tell. Nuremberg is a wonderfully picturesque city with a proud and long history stretching back nine centuries before Hitler and his cronies came to power.
As on the previous days, we started at the Radius Tours booth in Munich's central station, where we met our guide--a native of the region and a published historian. He was an absolute delight, and I'm very disappointed that I didn't record his name.
We'd be taking a series of commuter trains from Munich to Nuremberg. There, we would spend the rest of the morning seeing Nuremberg's medieval center, break for lunch, then move out to the fringes of the town where the old Nazi rally grounds still stand.
It was around this point, still standing outside the Radius Tours booth, that one of the other tour members spoke up, asking if our guide spoke German. "I speak excellent German," our guide replied in English. "I've written books in German. But this tour is in English."
"But I understand German better," the man replied.
"I understand, but this tour is still in English."
"What about Spanish? Do you speak Spanish?"
"A little, but this is still an English tour."
"But my English isn't so good."
"Then you should have booked a tour in German or Spanish."
I did feel a little bad for the man and his family, who were not going to enjoy the day they'd been hoping for, but for someone who deals with customers for a living, it was glorious.
The train ride was pleasant. We changed trains in Ingolstadt, which is the headquarters and main production center of Audi. Row upon row of side tracks were loaded with Audis ready for distribution, including some of my dad's favorite sports car--the Audi R8.
And as we moved out of the foothills and into the plains, we started to see the massive fields of hops that feed Bavaria's breweries. I'd never seen hops fields before. The towering rows of trellised V-shaped vines are fascinatingly unique.
One of the first things we learned was that although Nuremberg is currently part of the German state of Bavaria, it is culturally part of a distinct region called Franconia. For most of their history, Nuremberg and Franconia were independent entities within the Holy Roman Empire. Nuremberg was far wealthier and more politically important than Munich, which was considered an agrarian backwater by the rest of the empire.
It was only when the empire fell to Napoleon at the turn of the 18th and 19th centuries that Franconia was given to the newly elevated kingdom of Bavaria as a reward for siding with the winning team. Resentment--of a harmless, half-joking sort, at least--still runs deep in the veins of many Franconians. Our guide was himself a born Franconian, and he proudly boasted that not only do Franconians make better beer than Bavarians, they make the best wine and schnapps in the world.
We can't necessarily agree about the beer, though the two glasses we tried were still quite good. Nor can we speak to the schnapps. But we can certainly confirm that Franconian wine is excellent. It's sadly almost impossible to find back home in the States, but it is instantly recognizable by its trademark teardrop bottle shape, known in German as the Bocksbeutel.
Stepping out of Nuremberg's central station, we were immediately presented with the city's impressive medieval walls.
We learned that Nuremberg started as something of a royal truck stop for the emperor whenever he traveled between the imperial cities of Frankfurt and Prague. The emperors were lavishly welcomed whenever they stayed in the city, and in return, Nuremberg was eventually given the status of a free imperial city.
Essentially, this meant that the city received the right to appoint its own rulers and control its own tax funds. Whereas the taxes of ordinary cities were largely siphoned away to pay for the wars and palaces of the regional lord, free cities could reinvest their taxes to improve infrastructure and promote commerce. Nuremberg took full advantage of its promotion, and before long it was second only to Cologne as the largest and wealthiest city in the entire empire.
And that is why the walls of Nuremberg were so important. Although Nuremberg and its neighbors were all part of the Holy Roman Empire, it didn’t stop them from the occasional bout of pillaging and inter-state warfare.
Our guide pointed out how each of the block was carefully carved to create an embossed dome in its center. In theory, this would have helped to deflect cannonballs when the city was under siege.
We learned that Nuremberg was even more destroyed by Allied bombing during WWII than Munich. The city was rated 95% destroyed after the war, and almost everything including the walls had to be rebuilt. The devastation was so complete that some people wanted to give up and simply repave the land with a brand new modern city.
Thankfully, that didn’t happen.
One of the rebuilt structures is the Mauthalle, another essential element of Nuremberg's history. Originally built around 1500, it was used to store grain. It was big enough to hold a lot of grain, and Nuremberg was wealthy enough to buy a lot of grain to hold in it. And it was this grain that--along with the city's heavy defensive walls--allowed Nuremberg to withstand prolonged sieges.
Among the few structures that weren't destroyed were the bell towers of Nuremberg Cathedral, which were left standing to serve as navigation aids for Allied bombers. The rest of the cathedral was wrecked, however, and if you look closely you can see the line where the new walls rise up from the stumps of the originals.
Unlike Munich and the rest of non-Franconian Bavaria, almost all the churches in Nuremberg are Protestant. According to our guide, the Franconians converted not out of religious conviction but rather out of spite for Bavaria. Unlike virtually every other Protestant cathedral we've visited, however, I noticed that the Nuremberg cathedral still had statues of saints filling its nooks and niches. Unlike most other European Protestants, the Franconians largely abstained from violent iconoclasm during their conversion.
We also stopped at the nearby St. Sebaldus Church, where our guide pointed out some uniquely disturbing architecture. Among the many carvings and grotesques that adorn the outer walls is a Judensau. As the German name implies, a Judensau is a depiction of a Jewish person with a pig--generally engaged in some form of carnal activity. These anti-Semitic tableaus were once common decorations on churches throughout Germany, and many still remain as controversial historical artifacts.
As our guide put it, the Nazis never had any original ideas of their own. They simply took old ideas and blew them up to insane proportions.
We saw the city's central market square and learned that Nuremberg hosts one of the world's oldest and largest Christmas markets every year. We saw a store that only sells Christmas decorations and plays Christmas music all year round.
In one corner of the market square is an impressively ornate fountain dating back to the late 1300s. Our guide pointed out two brass rings hidden in the intricate wrought-iron fence. Spinning the ring is said to grant good luck and many children to the spinner.
We saw a bakery that allegedly produces the world’s best Lebkuchen–a kind of very dense gingerbread originally treasured for its high caloric density and now treasured in spite of it. As tempted as we were, we ended up deciding to pass.
We also saw a smokehouse that allegedly produces some of the world’s best bratwursts. Apparently, it has its own abattoir on site, so the meat is as fresh as you could ever get. Or, as our guide put it, the sausages served at lunchtime were still squealing that morning.
We ended up going back for lunch and they are at least very very good. Nuremberg bratwursts are small, little larger than a finger. This is supposed to create the ideal balance of meat and smoky flavor. The meat was as flavorful as I had expected, but it was superbly fresh and expertly smoked.
Before heading to the castle, we stopped for a few minutes to discuss Nuremberg's favorite son, Albrecht Durer. Durer is far from obscure, but neither Jessica nor I could have said very much about him. A contemporary of Leonardo Da Vinci, Durer was himself a consummate Renaissance man and could be considered the Da Vinci of the north. He was a master of painting and the human form, and he was one of the first European artists to draw plants and animals with scientific accuracy and treat them as worthy subjects in their own rights.
We ended the first half of our visit at Nuremberg Castle, which offered great views of the surrounding cityscape. We learned that the name Nuremberg derives from an archaic German word meaning steep rocky mount–which is an accurate description of the hill that the castle is built on. Between this natural defense and some very clever designs (like curved bridges to prevent the use of long battering rams), Nuremberg castle is considered one of the most impregnable castles in all of medieval Europe. Indeed, the only time it was ever captured in battle was by the Americans during WWII.
We learned that the Holy Roman Empire never had a capital–the capital was wherever the Emperor was. But Nuremberg is sometimes considered one of its main unofficial capitals. Between its wealth, independent status, and relatively central location within the Empire, Nuremberg became the natural meeting point for the Imperial Diet–a forum where the various dukes, princes, and archbishops of the empire could meet to discuss policy and settle disputes.
After the aforementioned lunch, we returned to the unavoidable topic of Nuremberg and the Nazis. And the main theme of the tour–apart from Nazi atrocities–was just how disorganized and incompetent the Nazis really were.
Cramming into a city bus, we rode out to the outskirts of the town where the remains of the Nazi rally grounds stand. The main structure is called the Congress Hall, and it was intended to serve as the Nazi party congressional building after the war. Guide asked us if the building reminded us of anything. Jessica and I recognized it immediately--the three levels of arches and windows were an obvious homage to the Roman Colosseum
Today, the hall houses a Documentation Center dedicated to illuminating the causes and consequences of the Nazi movement. Symbolically, the entrance to the Documentation center is not in the front of the building but in a back corner, through a strikingly out-of-place metal staircase crashing through a hole in the wall as if it were the gangway of a downed spaceship.
We didn't spend long in the center, however--just long enough to get our bearings.
Our guide pointed out a map of the rally grounds. They're huge. There is the Congress Hall and the Zeppelin Field--the iconic parade grounds where Hitler was filmed saluting an endless progression of saluting soldiers--but they were only the beginning. The rally grounds were to be a city unto itself, as big as the rest of Nuremberg combined.
[I should also say here that the people of Nuremberg had no special love for Hitler or the Nazis. Hitler chose Nuremberg for the project for two reasons: the historical significance of the city during the First Reich (aka the Holy Roman Empire) and the fact that Nuremberg was one of the only cities in Bavaria that would actually allow the Nazis to hold a rally back when they were still a radical fringe group.]
Most of the rally grounds were never completed, however, for very simple reasons that our guide explained as we made our way to the Zeppelin Field.
We’ve all learned in school and from any number of movies and TV shows that the Nazis relied heavily on propaganda to spread their lies. But we didn’t realize just how much their propaganda actually succeeded and continues to influence people to this day.
The vast majority of people know that the Nazis were evil and wrong. Most people seem to acknowledge that Hitler was either crazy, stupid, or both–at least by the drug-addled end of his reign. But somehow people–including us, until today–continue to believe in the myth of Nazi efficiency and industriousness.
There's this pervasive image of the Nazis as a force of ruthless efficiency, dragging Germany out of the shambles of the Great Depression and transforming it in less than a decade from Europe’s most broken country into its greatest industrial powerhouse. When people think of Nazis, they think of hard-drilled soldiers dressed in immaculate Hugo Boss uniforms and goose-stepping in perfect synchronization while doing a "heil Hitler" salute.
But that was all part of the propaganda too. A sham.
Yes, Hitler’s government dramatically reduced unemployment, but it did so by taking on massive loans from countries around the world that it never intended to pay back. A bit like The Producers, ironically, Hitler built his industrial sector on fraudulent loans.
I’ve heard people–including myself–speculate to the tune of, “If only Hitler had focused on economic growth and not started a war….” But the reality is that if Hitler hadn’t started World War II, Germany would have been flat broke in a matter of months.
And even then, the industrial powerhouse that Hitler had built from his ill-gotten funds was still mostly just a show. For example, when Hitler lit the Nuremberg rally grounds in 1934 with over 150 military floodlights--a so-called Cathedral of Light--he was using the nation’s entire strategic reserve. His generals were aghast, but Hitler rightly gambled that it would intimidate the rest of the world into thinking that Germany must be so industrially powerful that they had floodlights to spare.
A famous “documentary” of the 1935 Nazi rally, Triumph of the Will, was actually a painstakingly crafted propaganda reel that took days of reshoots just to get enough footage to allegedly depict the Nazis marching in unison at the parade. And the reason actual parades took place at night wasn’t just to show off the Cathedral of Light–it was so that neither Hitler nor the international visitors would notice that the marchers were almost all reeling drunk.
The Nazi ideology attracted exactly the same people then that it does now--angry, disaffected twenty-somethings--largely without higher education or exposure to intellectual or cultural diversity--who've failed at their ambitions, feel abandoned by society, and want an easy target to blame for their misery. Gathering almost a million such people into a city of half that population wasn't the formula for a stoic display of military might. It was the formula for a debauched frat party of epic proportions.
It was all a sham. From the beginning, the Nazis’ only plan was to leverage their strengths to create greater and greater illusions of power until they had bluffed the entire world into submission. And maybe then they would get around to figuring out how to actually do any of the things they were pretending to have done already.
Take the rally grounds themselves. They were presented as one of the great examples of Nazi German industry. But only a small percentage of the planned complex was ever actually built. To complete it as planned would have taken three times the entire country’s annual GDP--a laughable impossibility.
And the little they actually managed to build was built badly. The construction of the iconic grandstand of the Zeppelin Field was an embarrassment. The designers used unsuitable building materials and didn’t even think to give it a proper foundation. Within a few years it was already starting to crumble and sink, and to this day Germany spends millions of Euros every year just to slow the decay while they ponder longer-term solutions.
As we entered the field, we could see for ourselves the cracked, crumbling, and weed-riddled husk that the stands have become. On the walls behind the podium where Hitler once stood, state-sanctioned graffiti now shouts the mantra "Nie Wieder Krieg"--Never Again War.
We all got to stand on the spot where Hitler stood, giving speeches and saluting his troops. It was surreal, and more than a little creepy. Jessica's phone froze and crashed as soon as she approached it, and I got stung by a wasp from out of nowhere. I'm not particularly superstitious, but none of these things exactly helped to put me at ease.
Even if all these Nazi structures had been properly built from quality materials, the designs themselves were rotten to begin with. Having made our way back to the Congress Hall, we stood inside the open field that was meant to be its main central chamber. Our guide asked us how much bigger or smaller it was than the Roman Colosseum. Having just been a few months ago, Jessica and I felt confident in our guess that it was about the same size--maybe closer to twice as big.
The Congress Hall is six times bigger than the actual Colosseum, but it doesn’t feel like that at all. Albert Speer and his team of Nazi architects had wanted to make something that dwarfed the Colosseum, so they took its dimensions and multiplied them. They didn't realize that there's more to making a building feel big than simply making it big. Which shouldn't be a very advanced concept for someone tasked as the chief architect of an entire regime obsessed with monumental design.
And besides all that, modern architects speculate that the building was impossible to begin with. Even if the construction funds hadn't run out during the war, there’s no way they could have built the hall’s roof with the technology available at the time. It would have either collapsed immediately or required a major retrofit to stay standing.
Hitler's core gang of Nazi leaders generally weren’t highly educated, and what education they had wasn’t suited for their roles. They were school teachers, craftsmen, and bit-rate journalists living out delusional fantasies of being great philosophers, nation-builders, and statesmen.
They had simply found themselves at the right place at the right time, with the singular skill of stoking outrage and fear to trampoline their way to heights far beyond their depth.
Tucked away in one corner of the congress hall, we saw cold hard evidence of the rotten cornerstone of the Nazi’s industrial strategy. Stacks and stacks of granite cut by slaves in the concentration camps. Like the war, the concentration camp system wasn’t just an unfortunate misstep. It was a core element of what little industry the Nazis were actually able to accomplish. They knew they couldn’t afford to build what they promised, and they needed the slave labor to help bridge the gap.
Unwilling to either destroy this evidence of Nazi crimes or profit from it, the people of Nuremberg have left the granite stacks to stand as a small memorial in their own right: A worthless pile of sub-par material, brutally bought with the blood and dignity of the innocent, left to crumble into dust amidst the ruins of a dream that was not only abominable but fundamentally unfulfillable from the start, having accomplished nothing of value to anyone.
I think they're the most fitting memorial to the Nazis that anyone could ever make.
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36 Hours: 36 Hours in Mendocino County
Ninety miles north of San Francisco, Mendocino County is just far enough away to have narrowly escaped the Bay Area’s radical transformation during the tech boom years. In contrast to other formerly quiet Northern California backwaters, Mendocino maintains its rural identity and eccentricities, including its longstanding status as one of the country’s major marijuana-producing regions. Where there is big news, it’s largely culinary. The 30-year-old chef at Elk’s Harbor House Inn was recently named a James Beard award semifinalist for Best Chef in the West. Besides the Harbor House’s eight- to 12-course, $150 per person prix fixe dinners, there are cheesemakers, upstart breweries, exceptional farm stands — notably Fort Bragg’s Nye Ranch and Caspar’s Fortunate Farm — and farm-inspired restaurants, like the long-awaited, soon-to-open Fog Eater Cafe, which began as a farm pop-up, and will serve “California cuisine with a Southern twang.” After years of population stagnation, young people are moving in, or coming home, and committing themselves to Mendocino’s fertile soil and sea. It’s a second wave back-to-the-land movement and a welcome reprieve from the Bay Area’s buzz.
Friday
1) 3:30 p.m. Tall trees
Take Highway 128 through the Anderson Valley, to Hendy Woods State Park, where you can stretch your legs beneath the awe-inspiring giant redwoods or take a dip in the Navarro River. Then, backtrack to Boonville’s Pennyroyal Farm, the sister farmstead to one of Mendocino’s most beloved wineries, Navarro Vineyards. Sample rich goat and sheep milk cheeses, fresh and aged, exceptional pinot noir, and farm-made pickles and preserves. Sit out back, beside a gurgling fountain, and watch sheep meander beneath the vines. In the spring, a farm tour (11 a.m. daily) offers the overwhelming cuteness of nursing lambs and kids.
2) 6 p.m. Supper stop
For dinner, reserve a table at the Boonville Hotel, a former roadhouse that’s now a beautiful, family-owned inn with a wide porch, flickering fireplaces when the weather’s cool, and a seductive patio garden for outdoor dining during the warm months. The restaurant’s new chef, Perry Hoffman, is from Sonoma’s James Beard award-winning SHED and, before that, Napa’s Michelin-starred Étoile. Here, his prix-fixe menus (starting at $58) include lively dishes and unexpected flavor combinations. Imagine mussels with charred cabbage, grapefruit, fennel and seaweed or a whole stuffed quail with artichokes, shiitake mushrooms, bolting kale and brown rice vinegar.
3) 9 p.m. Change is brewing
After winding through the redwoods and along the coast, head for the former logging town of Fort Bragg, for some small town night life. The 135-year-old Golden West is a dive bar that was bought in 2015 by a couple who grew up locally and returned after living in Los Angeles. The bar has maintained its vintage character (neon signs, shuffleboard and pool tables, faded black-and-white photos of logging scenes) while upgrading its extensive liquor cabinet and serving excellent cocktails, and has occasional but unexpectedly good live music, as well as a Sunday Bloody Mary bar. Or, for a family-friendly pub in a tucked-away location, seek out Mendocino’s newest brewery, Overtime Brewery, which teams with Nye Ranch in making its exotic seasonal beers, like the “Thistle Dew” artichoke ale or Nye Ranch Cucumber Batch. Take a couple of crowlers — a 32-ounce can filled from the tap and sealed on site — of your favorite beer to go.
Saturday
4) 8 a.m. Super bloom
Tucked into a strip mall, Cafe Jaavy — the younger sister of the longtime local favorite, Los Gallitos — has colorful oilcloth tablecloths, a salsa bar and a breakfast menu that includes savory Mexican breakfasts like chilaquiles (tortilla chips simmered in a flavorful, mildly spicy sauce, served with beans and eggs, $9.50) and standout huevos rancheros with chorizo ($9.50), plus sweeter offerings like banana and berry crepes ($8.99) and generous smoothies ($4.50) made with fresh fruit. The Tropical, with mango, apple, pineapple, melon, chili and lime is particularly tasty. Then, head for the 47-acre Mendocino Coast Botanical Gardens, where 124 species of rhododendrons put on a spectacular show in April and May.
5) 11 a.m. Sweet soak
Drive south to Mendocino village to walk its photogenic streets and gawk at the immaculately preserved Victorians. Pop into Frankie’s for a scoop of locally made Cowlick’s ice cream. Among the cafe’s 16 rotating flavors are chai, Campari grapefruit sorbet, yellow cake batter and mushroom. Then, take a restorative soak in Sweetwater Spa’s communal — and clothing optional — eight-person redwood tub, sweat in the cedarwood sauna, or indulge in a massage (starting at $110 for 50 minutes). There are also private tubs ($25 per hour), which are enclosed but open to the sky; if a starry soak is your thing, Sweetwater is open until 9 p.m.
6) 12:30 p.m. Pizza pit stop
Next door, Cafe Beaujolais’s weekend-only takeout window, the Brickery, serves pizza ($13) with big, perfectly charred air pockets and daring toppings, like Moroccan-spiced rabbit and garlicky New Haven-style white clam pizza. On sunny days, the backyard garden is idyllic for sharing a pie and savoring a glass of rosé or a craft cider.
7) 2 p.m. Glass for the masses
Fort Bragg’s signature attraction, a former town dump that was transformed by time into a beach of gleaming sea glass, has been badly picked over and is no longer the dazzling sight it once was. For a glimpse of its former glory, head to the odd little International Sea Glass Museum south of town, where Captain Cass sells bags of so-called Seed Glass ($4.95) to replenish the beach’s supply. Across Highway 1, the Glass Fire Gallery displays fantastic blown-glass creations in the form of jellyfish chandeliers and mushroom-shaped table lamps. While in the area, go for a stroll along the newly opened Noyo Headlands Coastal Trail. After more than a century of the headlands being occupied by a sprawling mill site, the town now has access to its coastal bluffs, where California poppies blaze orange in the spring, when it’s also possible to spot migrating whales spouting offshore.
8) 3:30 p.m. Local treasure
For a dose of Mendocino’s wonderful eccentricity, visit The Larry Spring Museum of Common Sense Physics, a tiny two-room storefront museum that celebrates the life and work of the local inventor, lay scientist and World War II transport pilot, Larry Spring. In the same small building, Lost Coast Found has a charming selection of vintage home goods: midcentury stereos, cheery 1970s-era coffee cups, along with used books, postcards and miscellanea.
9) 5:30 p.m. Fresh caught
Have an early, California-style dinner by the water in Noyo Harbor, where you have a difficult choice of dining options. For fresh, crispy fish and chips, bundle up and sit on the riverside deck at Sea Pal Cove, where dinner guests include sea gulls, there are $5 pints of high-end craft beer, and views of passing fishing — and, in season, whale-watching — boats. A few doors down, Princess Seafood Market & Deli is a woman-owned and -run fishing operation with its own boat and seafood restaurant. Princess serves reasonably priced, locally caught seafood, including whole Dungeness crab ($27.95), barbecued Royal Miyagi oysters ($12.95 for a half dozen, and a grilled prawn po boy ($15.95). During chilly coastal evenings, the deli’s tented seating area provides heat lamps and freshly laundered blankets. Then, pick up a Coast Packet and take a gamble on a local performance. One of the joys of small town cultural life is the unexpectedness of what’s available from week to week, whether it’s the wonderful independent Flynn Creek Circus or a riotous political play at the Mendocino Theatre Company.
Sunday
10) 9 a.m. The Greenwood Good Life
On your way through Mendocino, grab a takeout breakfast — an organic housemade bagel with lox and “all the veggies” ($12.50) or “market-inspired” quiche ($8) — at Mendocino’s Good Life Cafe. Sip your coffee to-go as you drive a breathtaking stretch of Highway 1 to the village of Elk, population 200. Tote your breakfast down to Greenwood State Beach to sit on a piece of driftwood, look out over the volatile Pacific and take a long breath of sea air. Then, visit Elk Greenwood Museum and Visitor Center — originally the town’s post office — to learn some Greenwood lore from the center’s knowledgeable docents.
11) 11 a.m. Wine Down
Take Philo-Greenwood Road back to Anderson Valley and taste your way out of town. The options can be overwhelming, but the redwood tasting room at Toulouse Vineyards and Winery is especially beautiful and its wines are excellent renditions of classic local varietals: Alsatian whites and pinot noirs. For three wineries in one Spanish-style plaza, stop at The Madrones complex, where Drew Family Cellars, Smith-Story Winery and the newly opened Long Meadow Ranch, which has estate-grown Burgundian varietals, share a plaza.
12) 12:30 p.m. History lesson
Cut east over Route 253 — a spectacular 16-mile drive across hilltops of moss-draped California live oaks — to Ukiah, Mendocino’s 16,000-person county seat. Dedicated to an extraordinary, but largely forgotten painter, the Grace Hudson Museum and Sun House displays Hudson’s striking and distinctly empathetic portraits of native peoples and immigrants, exhibits the work of local artists, and offers tours of Hudson’s Arts and Crafts home, which she called Sun House.
13) 2 p.m. Buddhist brunch
Head south to the City of 10,000 Buddhas, a former California State Mental Hospital that is now a Buddhist community and monastery. The campus’s distinctive arched entrance is undergoing renovation, but its roaming peacocks, evocative institutional architecture and Jyun Kang Vegetarian Restaurant, which serves tasty vegetarian dishes to a mostly local crowd, remain. Or hop down the 101 to Hopland, where Rock Seas serves an ever-changing menu that riffs on brunch classics — like coconut French Toast with star anise, coconut, brown sugar and mango ($12).
Lodging
In the last two years, two long-awaited new hotels have opened on the Mendocino coast. The Harbor House Inn, in Elk, is a 1916 redwood home which was originally built by the local logging company and designed to showcase the beauty of the region’s lumber. After an eight-year renovation, the inn reopened in May of 2018 with 10 rooms (starting at $355, breakfast included) and a destination restaurant.
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Beer Events 6.1
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1st written record of Scotch Whisky (1495)
The disbanded Virginia Legislature, defying the Royal Governor, met in a tavern and declared they would no longer "import from Great Britain ... beer, ale, porter, malt" thus setting the stage for the American brewing industry (1774)
Thrale Brewery, co-owned by Dr. Samuel Johnson, offered for sale (1781)
Louis Pasteur published Studies on Fermentation: The Diseases of Beer, Their Causes, and the Means of Preventing Them (1876)
Otto Zwietusch patented a Vent for Beer-Barrels (1880)
Prohibition of Alcohol in Manitoba, Canada Went into Effect (1916) Moerlein Brewing stopped production due to the impending Prohibition (1919)
Supreme Court ruled the 18th Amendment constitutional, which allowed Prohibition to proceed (1920)
Weber Brewery reopened after Prohibition (Waukesha, Wisconsin; 1934)
Frederick Siebel patented a Brewing Process (1937)
Superman debuts (1938)
Schaefer Brewing patented a Design for a Holder for Beer Foam Scrapers (1943)
Labatt introduces the six pint carton (1948)
International Cheese Treaty signed (1951)
1st issue of CAMRA’s newspaper What’s Brewing published (1972)
West Bend Brewing dissolved (Wisconsin; 1972)
Heimlich Maneuver introduced (1974)
Hoppy Brewing's Sacramento brewpub opened (1999)
Brewery Openings
Latrobe Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1939)
Capitol Brewing (Wisconsin; 1986)
Olde Heurich Brewing (Washington, DC; 1986)
Cherryland Brewing (Wisconsin; 1988)
Gordon Biersch (Palo Alto, California; 1988)
Highland Pub & Brewery (Oregon; 1988)
Les Brasseurs Du Nord brewery (Quebec, Canada; 1988)
Santa Fe Brewing (New Mexico; 1988)
Algonquin Brewery (Ontario; 1989)
Bohannon Brewing (Tennessee; 1989)
Market Street Brewery & Public House (Tennessee; 1989)
Etna Brewing (California; 1990)
Atlantic Brewing (Maine; 1991)
Burkhardt Brewing (Ohio; 1991)
Portsmouth Brewery (New Hampshire; 1991)
Beach Brewing (Florida; 1992)
H.C. Berger Brewing (Colorado; 1992)
Hazel Dell Brewpub (Washington; 1993)
Old Bear Brewery (England; 1993)
Redondo Beach Brewing (California; 1993)
Red, White & Brew (California; 1993)
Riverside Brewing (California; 1993)
Spring Street Brewing (New York; 1993)
Vino's brewery (Arkansas; 1993)
El Dorado Brewing (California; 1994)
Estes Park Brewing (Colorado; 1994)
Saint Arnold Brewing (Texas; 1994)
Valley Brewing (California; 1994)
Backwater Brewing (Minnesota; 1995)
Carlsbad Brewery (California; 1995)
Dave's Brewpub (Kansas; 1995)
Downtown Brewing (South Carolina; 1995)
Front Street Brewery (North Carolina; 1995)
Mill Street Brewing (Minnesota; 1995)
Old Raleigh Brewing (North Carolina; 1995)
Rockford Brewing (Delaware; 1995)
Twisted Pine Brewing (Colorado; 1995)
Brewers Union (California; 1996)
Butte Creek Brewing (California; 1996)
Flossmoor Station Brewing (Illinois; 1996)
FMI Brewing (Kansas; 1996)
Gluek Brewing (Minnesota; 1996)
La Brasserie Aux Quarte Temps (Canada; 1996)
Lakes of Muskoka Brewery (Canada; 1996)
Lawler Brewing (Arizona; 1996)
Microbrasserie Bas St. Laurent (Canada; 1996)
Moab Brewery (Utah; 1996)
Sleeping Giant Brewing (Montana; 1996)
Stone Brewing (California; 1996)
Sunrise at the Oasis (California; 1996)
B.O.B.'s House of Brews (Michigan; 1997)
Brewery Creek Brewing (Wisconsin; 1997)
Copperhead Ale Co. (California; 1997)
Cottage City Brewing (Massachusetts; 1997)
Flying Pig Brewing (Washington; 1997)
Globe Brewery & Barbecue Co. (Arizona; 1997)
Kappatsu Brewing (California; 1997)
Local Color Restaurant, Brewing & Distilling (Michigan; 1997)
Mackinaw Brewing (Michigan; 1997)
Sacketts Harbor Brewing (New York; 1997)
Sausalito Brewing (California; 1997)
So Yo Brewing (California; 1997)
Glasscock Brewing (Texas; 1998)
Mount Nittany Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1998)
Propeller Brewing (Canada; 1998)
Scotch Irish Brewing (Canada; 1998)
Uncle Tucker's Brewhouse (Maryland; 1998)
Bragdy Ynys Men brewery (Wales; 1999)
Hoppy Brewpub (California; 1999)
Ice Breakers Brewery & Restaurant (Georgia; 1999)
Ketchikan Brewing (Arkansas; 1999)
Komanosato Brewery (Japan; 1999)
Moon River Brewing (Georgia; 1999)
Buntingford Brewery (England; 2000)
Goldthorn Brewery (England; 2000)
Slout Brothers Public House (Wisconsin; 2000)
Ramapo Valley Brewing (New York; 2001)
Greenland Brewhouse (Greenland; 2006)
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Universal Orlando Weekly Preview — September 1, 2018
Are you ready for some football? This week we cover some great places to catch a game at Universal Orlando and preview the week ahead.
Football Around Universal Orlando
It’s the end of August, so that means football is returning to television. Whether you watch it played on a pitch or a gridiron, Universal has you covered. Locations below have access to satellite TV and have shown games in the past. Check with Universal and the location for confirmation of availability.
Universal Studios Florida
Finnegan’s Bar and Grill
Duff Brewery
Islands of Adventure
Backwater Bar
CityWalk
NBC Grill Brew
Hot Dog Hall of Fame
Hard Rock Cafe
Weekly Crowd Levels
Crowds are decreasing as school goes back into session and the summer season ends.
Detailed crowd level information can be found here.
Weather Report
It’s hot, it’s rainy, and it’s muggy. Afternoon storms are common as the highs reach the low 90s.
Park Hours and Admission
Show times are available on Universal Orlando’s website.
CityWalk is open until 2:00 a.m. with free self parking starting after 6:00 p.m.
Single-day, one-park tickets are at Value pricing. Base tickets to Universal Studios Florida or Islands of Adventure are $115 per adult and $110 per child (plus tax).
Two-day, two-park tickets are $264.99 per adult and $254.99 per child (plus tax).
Volcano Bay tickets are at Anytime pricing at $80 per adult and $75 per child (plus tax).
Upcoming Events
Halloween Horror Nights returns September 14 through November 3. Explore ten haunted houses, five scare zones, and one show based on the horror movies and culture of the 80s! Experience TV shows and movies like Stranger Things, Poltergeist, and Child’s Play along with original concepts such as Carnival Graveyard. Tickets start at $62.99 plus tax and are now available.
See you next week, and make sure to leave a question below for the Mail Bag!
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The Real Reason Behind The Popularity Of Florida Vacation Rentals.
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This gorgeous estate has absolutely phenomenal views throughout the entire house. In addition, theres even a private gulf-front splash pool and in-home elevator. Also, with five bedrooms, this home can sleep up to 18 guests, which makes it a great place to stay over winter break with your entire family. Sanctuary at Frangista Beach is a gorgeous gulf-front home in Miramar Beach. Located in the charming neighborhood of Frangista Beach, this new construction property is the perfect place to spend a last-minute fall vacation. With a private pool, spa tub, in-home elevator, movie theater, and fireplace, it has all the features you could ask for in your vacation rental. Additionally, with seven bedrooms, it can sleep upwards of 16 guests. The gulfviews are hard to beat at Las Olas in Miramar Beach. This incredible pet-friendly beachfront home has eight bedrooms and can sleep up to 22 guests, which makes it perfect for large groups traveling together. In addition, this home even has a private covered splash pool, beach access, in-home elevator, and fireplace. Overall, it pretty much has everything you could ask for on your next beach trip. Verona is a brand new gulf-front property in Miramar Beach. This stunning home has the best of everything.
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Posted by Tim Shepard on Wednesday, September 19th, 2018 at 8:57am. Destin Condos are Flying off the Shelves! There's nothing like a quick sale to take the tension out of selling a home or condo. You can be sure the owners of these three Destin condos are relaxed and happy to get on with their lives after selling in under a week! 830 Gulf Shore Drive UNIT 5032, Destin, FL 32541 Both condos in Tides of Destin, listed in the $700,000 range, were 3-bedrooms with incredible views of the Gulf. The Tides of Destin pretty much sells itself as a desirable beachfront property with almost 400 feet of private beach access and a huge array of amenities. They sold in 3 and 6 days, respectively. 240 Gulf Shore Drive UNIT 631, Destin, FL 32541 The 3-bedroom condo in Waterview Towers was listed for $1,300,000 and vacation home accommodations sold in 4 days, before the listing hit the MLS. Once again, the views were lovely and the residence was completely renovated.
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This field is for validation purposes and should be left unchanged. This iframe contains the logic required to handle Ajax powered Gravity Forms. One of the most popular and fastest growing water activities in Naples Florida is stand up paddleboarding. Stand up paddleboarding or SUP comes with tons of positive benefits, both for your body and overall on-the-water experience in Naples. First, you will love the views from your paddleboard. While Naples has beautiful beaches to choose from, SUP is one of the best ways to see the backwaters, bays and winding mangrove tunnels that snake their way all throughout the inter-coastal waterways of Collier County. Places to SUP in Naples, Florida for experts and beginners: Naples has an abundance of beautiful beaches, calm water, easy access and ample parking. So if youw ant to rent your own board, or arrange a delivery, you can SUP at almost any beach in Southwest Florida. Below are some of our favorite places to paddleboard. The Naples Pier can be a great place for a paddle. Many people will work their way up and down the beach and around the pier.
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Meet the local vendors, taste savory dishes and sample craft beer from local breweries. Tickets are $15 per person and include beer sampling, a mini beer stein, live music & kids crafts. Small plates are available to purchase from participating restaurants. FREE parking. Complete event details at: https://bit.ly/2OIovjc Destin Fishing Rodeo - Everyday between October 1-31, 2018 Much awaited fishing tournament for anglers of all ages. More Info: www.destinfishingrodeo.org Destin Seafood Festival - Friday, Saturday, Sunday from October 5-7, 2018 3 days of seafood at the harbor along with entertainment, arts & crafts and fireworks. More Info: www.destinseafoodfestival.com 11th Annual Baytowne Wharf Beer Fest - From October 12-13, 2018 Sample over 200 international and craft beers. Event held at Baytowne Wharf Village. More Info: www.sandestin.com/events/detail/baytowne-beer-festival Pumpkin Palooza - From October 27-28, 2018 Starts with a pub crawl with adult costume contest on Oct. 27 at 6 pm. Family fun on Oct. 28 at 2 pm with trick-or-treating at restaurants and shops along the Destin Harbor Boardwalk, pet and kids costume contests. Blues, Brews & BBQ - November 3, 2018, 12 pm - 4 pm Area restaurants compete in a BBQ competion - great food and music. Advance tickets, $25; day of event, $30.
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Top 5 Tourist Places to Visit Around Pune in a Day
The cultural capital of Maharashtra is known as Pune (spelled Poona during British rule). It is the second largest city in the Indian state of Maharashtra after Mumbai and the seventh most populous city in the country. Situated 560 metres (1,837 feet) above sea level on the Deccan plateau on the right bank of the Mutha river, Pune is the administrative headquarters of Pune district and was once the centre of power of the Maratha Empire established by Shivaji. In the 18th century, Pune was the political centre of the Indian subcontinent, as the seat of the Peshwas who were the prime ministers of the Maratha Empire.
Pune has rich cultural heritage where famous places are located within as well as around the city. Some of them are famous historical monuments like Shaniwarwada, Lal Mahal, Parvati hill which are located in the heart of the city. Whether you want to go on a solo adventure trip or travel with a group of family and friends, there are a number of picnic spots near Pune that make for great weekend getaways. Let’s see top 5 places which can be visited in a day.
1) Lonavala
Located midway between Mumbai and Pune, Lonavala is one of the most popular one-day picnic spots near Pune among young folks and families, especially during the monsoon. Khandala is just about 5 km from Lonavala and is known for many outdoor activities. Lonavla is also known for its famous Peanut Chikki.
Distance: 65 km from Pune, takes around 1-hour to reach.
How to reach: Personal Vehicle or Hire a Cab/Taxi or Take a local train to lonavala.
Spots to Visit: Duke’s nose, Tiger point and Amrutanjan point are the popular view- points that offer splendid views. Other places are Ryewood Park, Shivaji Park and the Bushi dam, Wax museum and few other spots.
2) Sinhagad Fort
Sinhagad (also known as Sinhgad) is a hill bastion located at around 25 km southwest of Pune city. Some historians and information available at this fort proposes that the fort could have been built 2000 years ago. The caves and the carvings in the Kaundinyeshwar temple stand as proofs for the same.
It was earlier known as Kondhana, the fort has seen many battles, most notably the Battle of Sinhagad in 1670. Perched on an isolated cliff of the Bhuleswar range in the Sahyadri Mountains, the fort is situated on a hill about 760 metres above ground and 1,312 metres above mean sea level.
Enriched with history and few popular street foods, Sinhagad fort is a popular one-day picnic spot near Pune in summer.
Distance: 25 km from Pune, takes around 45 to 50 min to reach hilltop.
How to reach: By Personal Vehicle or Hire a Cab/Taxi.
Spots to Visit: Memorial to Tanaji as well as the tomb of Rajaram Chhatrapati. One can see the military stables, a brewery and a temple of goddess Kali (goddess) along with a Hanuman statue to the right side of the temple, as well as the historic gates.
3) Panshet Dam
Panshet Dam, also called Tanajisagar Dam, is constructed on the Ambi river in the southwest of Pune city. It is known for the scenic beauty around it. The dam was first constructed in late 1950s for irrigation and, along with three other dams nearby, Varasgaon, Temghar and Khadakwasla, it is one of the important sources of drinking water to Pune.
Panshet Dam is also known for the worst disaster in the history of Pune city as it burst in its first year of storing water on 12 July 1961, when the dam wall burst, because of the total absence of mandatory reinforced cement concrete (RCC) strengthening, causing massive flooding in Pune. Around 1000 people had died in that accident.
Distance: 50 km from Pune City, takes around 1-hour to reach.
How to reach: By Personal Vehicle or Hire a Cab/Taxi.
Spots to Visit
Panshet Lake: Panshet is one of the famous picnic spots of Pune and attracts many visitors from Mumbai. The lake is made because of the backwater from the Panshet Dam; from the dam, tourists can see the Sahyadri mountains.
Panshet Water Park: Panshet Water Park is a water sports centre.
4) Lavasa
Lavasa is a private, planned city being built near Pune It is stylistically based on the Italian town Portofino, with a street and several buildings bearing the name of that town.
The Lavasa city gives a magnificent panoramic nature view of mountains and lake and scenic beauty around it. One can enjoy the good food with family and friends at several restaurants at Lavasa city.
Distance: 60 km from Pune city, takes around 1 and half hour to reach.
How to reach: By Personal Vehicle or Hire a Cab/Taxi.
Spots to Visit: Indoor Golf Recreational & Learning Center, Lakeshore Watersports, Vortex Splash Pad, Dasvino Town & Country Club, Games Arcade, Adventure Sports.
5) Lohagad Fort
Lohagad fort is situated about 3499 ft above sea level, Lohagad is a popular trekking destination and a picnic spot near Pune in summer because of its accessibility and the beautiful landscapes. The fort is connected to the neighboring Visapur fort by a small range. The fort was under the Maratha empire for the majority of time, with a short period of 5 years under the Mughal empire. It is one of the few forts in India that can be reached by train and by trekking.
Distance: 50 km from Pune, takes around an hour to reach by road or train.
How to reach: By Personal Vehicle or Hire a Cab/Taxi or take a Local Train.
Spots to Visit: Karla caves and a durgha are the prominent places around Lohagad. Above all it’s the best place for trekking around Pune!
Best Cabs Services from Pune-to-Lonavala
To make the weekend trip pleasant and safe with family and friends one needs to take care of availing the right and best cabs-taxi services around the city.
Pune’s one of the famous cab service providers is Justgo which is offers cabs from Pune to Lonavla.
They appoint a professional and trained driver for your safety. Customers require comfortable and safe journey and hence they provide some cab options or cab class i.e. Economy class, Business class, Luxury class, etc.
You can book the cab 24X7 via online/website. If any other inquiry related to booking, packages, offers and deals feel free to contact them; their customer care executive is always ready for your service; they will answer all your questions and queries related to the trip booking, packages and also one can visit or contact their office to avail best packages, best deals and offers.
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Floatin' Down the Chattabrewchee
Chattabrewchee Southern Brewhouse is making history.
It's West Point (Georgia)'s first brewery
It's the first brewery in the state to have self-serve taps
It's the first brewery in the country to have a female, active duty military owner.
We talked to co-owner Mike Denehy and brewmaster Barry Stevens this week. With a grand opening, some delays from Irma, it's been an eventful first month of operation. But now they are stepping up production, ready to go and are dedicated on becoming a must-visit location for beer lovers.
Truck and Tap's Beers of the Week:
Chattabrewchee brews, including:
85 South Red Ale
Backwater Blonde
Crow Hop IPA
Bridge Builder Brown Ale
Pumpkin Oktoberfest
SweetWater Brewing's Fresh Sticky Nugs
Brew Hub Keybilly
Concrete Jungle LA Calling
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GABF is this week and Macro-owned craft brewers not allowed to be sponsors this year.
What’s the best MLB ballpark for craft beer? One guy crunches numbers from 130k social media reviews. Great American Ball Park in Cincinnati #1. Sun Trust is 25th.
Terrapin is one of 4 breweries (Schmaltz, Renegade and 8th Wonder) to collaborate on 2017 Reunion Ale. Proceeds go to Hurricane Harvey relief.
Craft beer reigns in California, Oregon and Colorado. The South has some catching up to do.
Coming up next week, we talk Second Self and craft beer cocktails with Jason Santamaria. Have a great week, and don't forget to DRINK LOCAL!
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