American Paint Horse

Somehow, the volume on my iPhone had been turned down and the alarm didn't wake me this morning. Surprisingly, neither did the trains. Cynthia woke before me and decided I needed to sleep, so let me snooze on undisturbed.

By the time we got to the river trail, after a light breakfast, the temperature was already uncomfortable for walking, but we soldiered on for a while, then made the trek back to our hotel. After a quick cooling-off in our air-conditioned room, we braved the heat again and returned to the delightful establishment of 100 beer taps.

Following our leisurely lunch, which included sampling four wheat beers and a glass each of our favorite Belgian strawberry beer, our server, S, gave us a tour of the beer cellar, otherwise known as the keg room. Needless to say, there were 100 different kegs connected by thin tubes to the taps above. It was a very impressive sight.

I took a long afternoon nap while Cynthia spent endless hours on her blip and caught up with some commenting, so were late going out for dinner, and couldn't get a table at the fish restaurant recommended by our hotel receptionist. We settled for an adequate, but unexciting meal at Coopersmith's, another brew pub in the Old Town area.

The colorful horse stands outside the entrance to Coopersmith's.