| | Looking at the white stuff all around us, we thought it had snowed... | |
| | | The Green Acres Campground... | |
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| | The Airstream wasn't really designed for people over five feet tal... | |
| | | Our view over the bass pond... | |
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| | I start the fire using my newfound x-ray vision... | |
| | | Christmas lights across the pond... | |
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| | The Weber works pretty well even without its legs... | |
| | | Bob Green, owner of the Green Acres Campground, and his dog May... | |
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| | Iris and Cinnamon on a swing made of metal bars... | |
| | | Our campsite from the other side of the pond... | |
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| | Dave and Cinnamon discuss Cinnamon's anger issues... | |
| | | Bob's famous coffee...it's the water! | |
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| | We finally found a trailer smaller than ours... | |
| | | Duckrabbit Brewing's ostentatious sign... | |
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| | This is definitely a working brewery... | |
| | | Looks inviting, doesn't it? | |
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| | | The infamous logo - Witgenstein would be proud... | |
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| | Paul Philippon, Duckrabbit's owner/brewer and resident philosopher... | |
| | | The brewing schedule - what, no day off again? | |
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| | Notice the Christmas hat on the Baltic Porter duck... | |
| | | That hat won Iris over... | |
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| | Dave's nose is too big for the glass... | |
| | | Dave never misses a chance to feel up a brewer... | |
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| | That high alcohol beer is starting to kick in... | |
| | | Barleywine right out of the fermenter... | |
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| | It was Sunday, so we had to visit a Harris Teeter to buy Paul's be... | |
| | | Paul recommened this place for dinner - it specialized in duck... | |
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| | The interior was imported from a Thai brothel... | |
| | | The food sure was good... | |
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| | They did duck about ten different ways.. | |
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