A roadtrip to the gunks: Driving and hostels, pizza and beer towers.


Friday, 04-Apr-14 through Sunday, 06-Apr-14


So, it’s been months since I did a legit roadtrip… this doesn’t really count, since it was only four hours or so of driving.  But it’s all the way out to New Paltz, NY, and it was awesome, so yeah.  WOO adventure!  First adventure of the spring!

The drive itself was pretty boring; Daniel and I listened to tunes, then some standup, then some more tunes, and then we were there.  “There”, this time, was the New Paltz hostel.  It was raining on Friday and Saturday, and was more than a little cold, so we decided to play it boring and safe, instead of camping out…


  • The hostel itself – we got our own room, complete with a queen bed, a bunk bed, our own bathroom, and even a fridge in a small entry room.  Dang.  I am not used to being treated this well in a hostel.  Major recommendation – thought it is kinda expensive.
  • Paintings at hostel – Holy hell.  The hostel had an amazing painting hanging in our room – I tried to take a picture of it, but nothing gave it credit for how perfect it actually was.  It was a painting showing a small farmhouse on the plains, but it was perfectly minimalist… with tons of detail where it mattered.  Extremely evocative and perfect.
  • Bacchus found us having dinner & drinks Friday


  • Bagel breakfast, and then grocery shopping for lunches and Sunday’s breakfast on Saturday morning
  • After hiking around all day, Daniel and I hit up a small Coffee shop to relax and read Saturday afternoon / early evening.
  • Erin met us at the coffee shop, then we all went out for Pizza dinner… & Daniel / Erin had a few drinks.  More than a few.  It was entertaining, to say the least.


  • For breakfast, we cooked up some eggs and heated up leftovers.  Quick and simple
  • Random stuff for lunch while climbing
  • Dinner found us at the Gilded Otter, and I had a burger.  It was delicious, as they usually are when eaten at the Gilded Otter.
  • As we’re leaving, Daniel is staring at another table, because they have a huge beer tower.  They are drunk.  They don’t take kindly to Daniel’s staring, and they get a bit angry.  Thankfully, I am the king of dirty jokes, and thus make a few choice comments about beer towers, their size, and how impressed we are.  Thus, bad jokes end up saving us.  Success!
  • Drive home?  Ehh.  Boring.

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