I bet you thought my fishing adventure was over after my last post, huh?
Not so, my friends!
Okay, so maybe the fishing part of the adventure was over. After all, I practically caught ALL THE FISH in the Niagara River. It was time to call that part of the trip quits.
You know, so the fish could go about their business and stop having to be caught all the time by me.
And so that I could go about my business and stop having to use muscles I never use. Because, hey, did you know that reeling in fish requires a surprising amount of upper-arm strength?
And, here, I always thought that upper arm strength was just one of those things I wasn’t born with — like ambition and ankles.
But it turns out I actually have biceps! Who knew?
Finding out you have muscles in your arms warrants a little celebration, don’t you think?
And by “celebration” I mean “beer.” Of course.
I also mean “pizza” — preferably wood-fired and large enough to serve a small European nation.Woodcock Brothers Brewery, where they seriously delivered on both the beer and the pizza.
They also seriously delivered on the ambiance as the brewery is located in a beautiful, old, renovated building.
The building actually used to be a cold storage facility.
I don’t even know what a cold storage facility is, but judging from the name and the signs that still hang on the walls, they are cold, dangerous places that don’t support human life.
Kind of like my love life.
(Hahahaha. Just kidding. Kind of.)The brewery serves up all its own beer that’s made on site. In total, I ended up sampling seven mini-pints of the stuff — ranging from a light, crisp summer ale to a dark, rich porter.
To be honest, I’m usually kind of a wimp when it comes to beer. My beer-drinking motto has always been “The paler, the better. And is there any chance you could put some fruit in that?”
So I was surprised when I got to the porter, and it turned out to be my favorite of all seven beers that I tried.
Maybe all that fishing changed me, you guys. Maybe now that I’m practically a grizzled fisherperson, I like my beer dark and bitter.
Kind of like my heart.
(Hahahaha. Just kidding. Kind of.)
Or maybe the porter was just really that good.
Who’s to say, really?The next and last stop on my post-fishing-trip adventure itinerary was my accommodation for the night: The Fly Inn Lodge.
I’d never stayed in a lodge before, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I checked out their website beforehand, and it described the place as “rustic” and “log cabin-like.” I was worried that these were just fancy synonyms for “no indoor plumbing” and “you’ll probably be eaten by bears.”
So I was pretty surprised when I showed up and the place looked like this:
Not only was there indoor plumbing, but a big, huge, gorgeous shower complete with a basket full of towel-origami.
I did encounter a bear on my arrival, though.
Luckily he was made out of wood and standing on the porch holding a welcome sign.
Of course, this all could have been a clever ruse dreamed up by bears to first convince me that bears are friendly, welcoming creatures and, secondly, to persuade me to go into the house, where, of course, they would devour me.
Luckily, that didn’t happen. The only bears in the house were the ones on the living room rugs, and I was pretty sure they didn’t bite. (But I made a point of not stepping on them. Just in case.)Olcott, NY. (The “Ultimate Fishing Town”! Seriously, you guys, that’s a thing.) It’s also surrounded by woods and hiking trails, making the lodge the perfect base for tons of outdoorsy adventures.
There was even a bonfire pit in the yard where you could sit around and burn stuff in the outdoors if you wanted to. That’s what outdoorsy people like to do, you know. Trust me on this. I grew up in a really outdoorsy family and a week didn’t go by when something wasn’t being set on fire in the yard.
Besides as cool as Lake Ontario and hiking trails and bonfire pits are, the inside of the lodge had something even cooler — a popcorn cart.
Yes, I said POPCORN CART.
As in MY VERY OWN PERSONAL POPCORN CART. Because, apparently, that’s how lodges work. Hotels have mini-shampoo-bottles. Lodges have personal popcorn carts. I think we can all agree that this is MUCH better than a mini-shampoo-bottle.
After I managed to make popcorn without burning the whole lodge down, I decided to test my luck by firing up the fire place. After a day of outdoorsy-ness, I felt it was kind of important I set something on fire. Even if that something was just a bunch of fake logs that you set on fire by flipping a switch.
And then I poured some wine.
Sure, I’d already had seven mini-pints of beer that day, but, hey, I was celebrating, remember?What’s your favorite way to end a day of outdoorsy adventure? P.S. I’d like to thank Niagara Tourism & Convention Corporation for inviting me and for arranging my trip and Woodcock Brothers Brewery for a great meal and for changing my mind about porter. I’d also like to send a huge thank you to Fly Inn Lodge for an amazing stay.