We went to Beaver County.
Mostly to exercise the dog, because nothing beats an exhausted puppy.
It was only a 40 minute drive west to Raccoon Creek State Park.
We wanted a last jaunt in the fall foliage, wandering around the woods, and generally airing the stink off of us.
But actually, we went there to pose in the middle of a field, next to a dead log with a nice red tree over us for the nicest picture of both of us that will ever be taken of us again.
It’s a damn shame that we couldn’t have reserved that picture for our wedding day, but whatever.
(Roommate! took all of these)
Black residue and pink slime found in the ice machine? Everyone infected with norovirus?
My guess is that the sick bartender puked in the ice machine and then continued to serve drinks using that ice, assuming that the alcohol would kill the bacteria. A poor choice, sir. Wikipedia says: “Norovirus is rapidly killed by chlorine-based disinfectants, but because the virus particle does not have a lipid envelope, it is less susceptible to alcohols and detergents.[9]”
Yuck.
