Posts Tagged beer
Posted on January 10, 2012 by jason
Aside from the beaches, the most popular spot in Niebla seems to be the open-air food market. This is the Chilean version of a biergarten.
Beer, corny entertainment, beer, meat, beer… you get the idea.
Since we’ve been spending a lot of time in the bus, we sprang for a cabana and stretched out in this tiny little town. For some reason, $40USD seems to be the sweet spot for cabanas.
We went back to the food market and tried one of everything.
Pulmay, humitas, pastel de choclo, cazuelo, empenadas de mariscos, papas rellenas, sopaipillas, and of course, beer & doughnuts.
Posted on December 7, 2010 by jason
And it tastes better than I remember…
Posted on January 5, 2010 by angela
We spent the day driving back roads and slowly getting away from everything. It was great.
We made our way to Shiner, Texas and set up camp at a city park. A sign instructed us to call the city police department and an officer would come collect a camping fee, but the town’s only officer on duty was busy. We fully expected an officer to tap on our window with a flashlight at some point during the night, but no one showed. Free camping!
The park still had their Christmas lights up and we had the displays all to ourselves. It was a little eerie, but we had a stroll around the park and enjoyed the small town festive light display. The temperature dropped rapidly as soon as it got dark, the wind picked up and the rain started. Good camping weather. We could even hear cows mooing.
Our friend Mear donated some travel games from his childhood when we visited in Austin – some of my old favorites – and it was time to introduce Bode to Othello. “A minute to learn, a lifetime to master.”
The next morning we headed to the Spoetzl Brewery for the Shiner beer tour. After 100 years, they still make the best bock beer in the U.S. Shiner Bock is pretty much a staple in Texas – everyone drinks it, but the locals in Shiner prefer the Blonde Ale. It’s always been brewed right here in Shiner, and you can get it in 41 US states (and Mexico), so pick some up and give it a taste. It’s good.
It’s a big factory, so Bode was impressed. They also gave him lemonade during our tasting, so he gave the tour a thumbs up.
Posted on August 26, 2009 by angela
Heading up towards Lassen, we made a few wrong turns and ended up in the tiny town of Belden. Any town with a large martini glass on top of the town sign is okay by us. Its easy to miss a turn around here, and certainly not a problem, since everything is so beautiful. Turning around and driving along a ‘shortcut’ that was by no means shorter, we found a stream with wild blackberries growing along the side. Bode gave up on the blackberry picking quickly, so we left that for Dad. He and I trekked through the stream, climbing over the slippery rocks trying to make it to the next row of big rocks that formed a small waterfall.
We climbed up to the next little falls around the corner and I noticed a camping trailer parked above. We were in the water (thigh high on Bode) laughing and struggling when I noticed two plastic milk crates in the water. One held bottled water and the other beer. Just then, a large man in a t-shirt with the arms cut-out and holding a fly swatter stands up and yells “You stay away from those bottles.”
It was really loud by the stream, and I assumed he was joking, so I turned to my four year old and said “Okay Bode, no beer for you!” and I turned back to smile at the guy. Apparently, he wasn’t joking, and I got a look from him I’ll never forget. I didn’t know there was a problem with beer thefts in the middle of nowhere, perpetrated by women and children. Don’t argue with someone holding a fly swatter.
About 8 miles into our shortcut, we hit the even tinier ‘town’ of Caribou. It’s a PG&E town and it’s pretty much just a few houses for the folks that work at the dam just a little farther up. From here, the road turned to gravel. We persisted and started climbing. Once again, the bus proved totally capable as we wound around mountain roads past Butt Valley Reservoir – another nice looking camping spot. No camping for us tonight, though. The little resort at Child’s Meadow looked inviting and we pulled over to enjoy the evening.
Another one of the great things about this trip and blog is that we now have the time to catch up with people we’ve lost touch with over the years. Our quote of the day is from one of Jason’s old friends, who pretty much nailed it.
I’m not sure whether to say you guys are nuts, or to congratulate
you on continuing to evade maturity.
We’ll take the congratulations.