Milton DE, who knew.

An excerpt from Amanda's Journal"

"In the car...again. Eric is driving me crazy and I'm trying to ignore his shenanigans in hope that he will get bored."

Somehow through the many hours together we have been having more fun than we ever could have imagined!

We left VA beach and drove north to the Chesepeake bay bridge tunnel. 30ish miles of diving bridges. The views were pretty and we were surprised to find that when it ended we were not in delaware, not in maryland, but still in Virginia! I guess we should have looked more closely at the map.

We stopped to take a walk at a nature conservatory, which was pretty, more just an opportunity to sweat a disgusting amount and get eaten by black flies and mosquitos. Nonetheless, the man working at the conservatory told us about a great little town that we had to visit.

We took the left at the first stop light to get into Cape Charles, VA. It was more like a small cape cod town than a rural VA town. Small vacations stores dotted the main street. We checked out a few. A wine store caught our eyes, so we stopped in. We were instantly greeted with a sweet "hey ya'll come on in," where we readily agreed to taste some wine. Our hostess was Heather, a sweet small town mom. We stayed and talked with her about small town life, wine and our adventure. We told her about where we were headed next when we spotted her shelf of Dogfish Head beer. She gave us a look to say, "well, what are you still doing here? You have a long way to go." She told us a place to stop for a quick bite of food right on the way so that we don't waste too much time and miss our 4:00 brewery tour. We bought a bottle of wine, got back into the car and carried on.

The crab shack was about 15 miles up the road. We ordered 2 entrees of fried deliciousness. Amanda tried her first fried clams and didn't even spit it out! Eric patiently waited to be spoon fed coleslaw as we inched slowly but steadily above the speed limit.

It became clearer and clearer that we should probably drive faster and faster so we can me it to our tour. Well, maybe we will make it. Hopefully.

We did make it! Just in time to check in, don our safety goggles, and show off our closed toed shoes. We got our tour, learning how DFH got its start and how they make such unique beer. We tasted the pale ale, the Midas Touch, the Indian Brown Ale, and the Palo Santo. The guide recommended we go to Rohoboth beach to check out the DFH brew pub. WE ventured to the bach and meandered our way to the pub.

We sat at the bar, as we have found that is the best way to find someone who is somewhat interested in our trip, or knows something about beer. Not only did we find interest in the trip, but we found someone who knew a lot about the beer. Everything about the beer, actually. Literally, everything. We clinked glasses with Jon, an Assistant Brewmaster at DFH brewery. We talked about everything beer from DFH to homebrewing. He must have thought we were sane enough to offer his spare bedroom to us. Our options at this point were to stay up until 2 AM and somehow have to get to Georgetown DE to stay with a potential couch surfing host, sleep in the car, or sleep at Jon's. No question about what choice we had to make. At his house, we shared a bottle of Namaste, a name that personifies DFH's self assurance and uniqueness.

The next morning we woek up and met Jon at DFH for a behind the scenes tour. We saw ingredients being added, dry hopping, and the new renovations. Big shout out to Jon!

Off to DC!