Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Whistle-Pig
Deb, the ghost waitress at The Wild Flour (which had burned down 40 years ago) told us to eat at this BBQ place called The Whistle-Pig that didn't have BBQ.
Creepin' with the creepers
Last month my brothers and I spent a day on the Virginia Creeper Trail. Didn't get to do the whole trail because a tornado had damaged part of it to the point that it was impassable but it was fun and worth the trip anyway. It was a good day spent with 3 of my favorite people, and though the 26 miles we were able to ride was longer than any ride I'd take previously, I have to say that the 5 miles or so to Wal-Mart and back from my house is probably more strenuous.
One important thing we learned about on this ride was what a "whistle-pig" was.
One important thing we learned about on this ride was what a "whistle-pig" was.
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