Written by ripplefan2 on 16 Aug, 2007
There is nothing more terrible than waking up knowing that you are leaving from the place where you are vacationing. As we all awoke, surprisingly all at the same time, breakfast was a top priority on everyone’s list; hangovers are a bitch. So we all walked…Read More
There is nothing more terrible than waking up knowing that you are leaving from the place where you are vacationing. As we all awoke, surprisingly all at the same time, breakfast was a top priority on everyone’s list; hangovers are a bitch. So we all walked over to veggie stand that was doing an amazing breakfast wrap. Unfortunately the line for this breakfast haven was longer than the DMV’s. So we prepped ourselves for a long wait and got ourselves a nice suntan in the mean time. After a long wait and no real organization on behalf of the veggie tent, we finally got our amazing wraps and headed back for some relaxation. I was very keen on going to see the Dirty Dozen Brass Band play because there was going to be a Mardi Gras celebration, however, my traveling buddies were less enthusiastic about staying any longer. After four days of no showers, they all wanted to just get home and be clean. I can’t say that I didn’t agree with them, but we were heading home that day regardless, the shows were over at 6pm and we were only an hour and half driving time from home. But my persuasion to see the most amount of the show prevailed and off we set for the festival grounds once again. Upon walking down there, the explosion of brass instruments started and the Mardi Gras party began. As we entered the venue grounds, there were men on stilts, dressed in Mardi Gras garb, people throwing beads every which way and a collective, semi hung-over, semi drunk dance off happening. We did just a bit of tooling around and Danielle, one of the girls that I was with, was in dire need of something for her parents, a little trinket or something, so off we went. The stuff we had seen the previous days seemed to have lost its luster. That’s why you don’t get drunk and shop. How many times have you gone to a concert, sports games, or anything like that and gotten drunk, bought something and in the morning say, “why did I buy this?” So after a depressing tent shopping adventure (it would have been window shopping, but…) we decided that heading home was a really good idea.As we got back to our campsite, with everything packed away and half of our neighbors gone or packing up, the feeling of the festival was gone. There was no more collective group working with each other to enjoy the music, but a bunch of smelly people worry about work on Monday morning. It’s a great example of how the Summer of Love died away; it's fun at first and everyone loves it, but sooner or later, reality catches you by the shorts ones and you're back. But the festival was a lot of fun and I can’t wait for next year’s one. Close
Written by ripplefan2 on 14 Aug, 2007
I hadn’t been to a festival in two years and I was dying to go to this one because it was at a place I have never been to before and had bands that I really wanted to see. So, my buddy bought four tickets…Read More
I hadn’t been to a festival in two years and I was dying to go to this one because it was at a place I have never been to before and had bands that I really wanted to see. So, my buddy bought four tickets for me, my girlfriend, him and his ex-girlfriend and off we were. We left after work on the Thursday and were trying to get there for the Thursday night show of the Dark Star Orchestra who were doing a tribute show in honor of Jerry Garcia’s passing. The Dark Star Orchestra are a unique cover band that not just cover Grateful Dead songs, but actually recreate the old Dead shows, song for song and note for note. It’s a real trip and we were dying to see that, but fate had a different agenda. We arrived at the entrance gate at around 11pm and were so excited and energetic that we could have lit up a small city with our collective energy. The woman checking people in said to pull up and turn off the engine because it was going to be a while. Now, I have been to many festivals and this is common practice; there are too many people at once, so they slow the influx by making people wait and the process runs smoother. So, we cracked some beers and prepared for what was to come. Unfortunately, we had no idea how long we were going to be there for. After around three and a half hours of sitting on our asses getting drunk, I decided to head over to the security guard and see what was up. When I finally found one, he was in a mood, I’m guessing from everyone asking the same question, and barked that the gates would open when they opened. They had over sold the festival and now were out of space for people to camp on. So we slowly walked back to our car like Charlie Brown after he got in trouble, and decided to try to sleep. However, everyone around us was making good use of the time by partying their asses off. The group in front of us was so messed up and screaming their heads off, falling asleep became a real challenge; not to mention that there were four of us trying to sleep in a minivan that was packed with all of our crap. When sleep finally took hold and we were off, some idiot in the background decided to play his saxophone at the top decibels at 5:30am! I wanted to kill him, but to each their own, that’s what these festivals are about. After only a couple hours of jazz backgrounded sleep, I awoke with a feeling of having to use the bathroom, so off I went. However, over night, the heavens had opened and drenched everything and now the air was filled with a constant mist. I walked over to the port-a-potty but the stench emanating from that disease trap was gut wrenching, so I trailed off into the woods. When I returned to the car, there was a collective hum that we were going to be entering the festival and I couldn’t have been more excited to leave the parking lot and finally set up camp and sleep. I was done! Close
Written by ripplefan2 on 13 Aug, 2007
Never in my life have I been as cold as I was on that second day. After spending all night in a parking lot, sleeping in the car, all we wanted to do was set up our tents and go to bed. However, the waiting…Read More
Never in my life have I been as cold as I was on that second day. After spending all night in a parking lot, sleeping in the car, all we wanted to do was set up our tents and go to bed. However, the waiting process seemed to drag on, with disorganization everywhere. When we finally arrived at our campsite, the first order of business, before setting up the tents, was layering ourselves in a much clothes as possible. You see, we all looked at the weather and it said rain, but nothing about sub-arctic temperatures, so we were up the proverbial creek. The complete setup of the tents, the canopy, the extra tarps, the chairs, and the table took only about 45 minutes, but with the lack of sleep and the cold, damp air, it felt like forever. After we finally were set, breakfast was looming over everyone like the clouds above and we took off to the food court area for egg sandwiches. There is nothing more enjoyable than an egg sandwich when you are tired and slightly hung-over. But when that satiated feeling crept over all of us, we had mere minutes to find those tents and sleep. There is nothing more enjoyable than laying down when exhaustion hits the red zone. Hoping and dreaming about nice, beautiful weather was the worst thing that I could have done for myself while sleeping because I awoke to the most dismal day the planet has ever created, or at least those were my feelings. The rain had tapered off into a constant cold mist that wasn’t showing signs of stopping. And with the combo of the off shore winds created by the Sound, the day was one that I would have preferred to have missed, but there were some amazing acts to be seen, so it was time to arise and start my day, again. The first couple of bands that were scheduled to perform, we missed, but got our act together enough to head down for Zero and Dickey Betts & The Great Southern. We loaded the backpack full of beers and headed down, trying to avoid buying the over priced beers inside the stage area. But at this festival, the staff were doing something I have never seen before; they were inspecting bags and not letting outside drinks in. However, the entrance was right next to the merchandise tent, so I just went in through there and then proceeded into the festival grounds. The Zero show was a lot of fun because it was the first show we were able to catch, so the ambiance was finally settling in. But the show we loved was the Dickey Betts show. He played almost all of the Allman Brothers greatest hits (even ones he didn’t write) and played for one hell of a time. But as the beer total dwindled inside the backpack and intoxication increased in all of us, we needed to head back and recharge. Luck for us, we were camped so close to the stages that we could hear Mickey Hart and his band play from our chairs while we made up some dinner and recharged. We needed all the energy we could muster up because that evening there was a funk explosion happening and we weren’t go to miss it. First up was George Clinton followed by Deep Banana Blackout doing a James Brown tribute. Now George Clinton alone was reason enough to come to this festival, so we were all really excited for Dr. Funkenstein. The second that we got down there, the Atomic Dog himself had emerged onto the stage and the sights and sounds of funk took over and illuminated the night. As the night roared on, we explored around, heading over to the water, walking through the scores of people parked in the center of the field and hang around near the vendors area. We were truly trying to soak up our atmosphere and have a good time, but soon the exhaustion of everything grabbed hold of us like grabbing a raging bull and we had nowhere to go but to bed. Even before the James Brown Tribute started, we had already headed back and were in the process of crashing. All I really remember was crawling into my tents, freezing, and passing right out. The cold, damp air did its best to keep me awake, but my fatigue won the battle of good verses evil and, with that, day two ended. Close
Written by zabelle on 03 Jan, 2007
Okay girls, get ready for the pampering of your life. Tres Jolie, I say Tres Magnifique. Tres Jolie means very pretty or attractive and I am here to say not only is the spa itself very attractive, you will feel that way yourself when you…Read More
Okay girls, get ready for the pampering of your life. Tres Jolie, I say Tres Magnifique. Tres Jolie means very pretty or attractive and I am here to say not only is the spa itself very attractive, you will feel that way yourself when you leave. I had signed up to receive a body scrub followed by a facial. Between the two it would take approximately 2 hours. My esthesian Bev was waiting for me when I arrived at 12:55. I was led through the massage and spa section (there is a manicure, pedicure section) to her room. I was very impressed already, everything was sparkling white, exceptionally clean and there was the smell of lemon and eucalyptus in the air. All very refreshing. My adventure began with the introduction to their tres sexy black paper underwear which was I was instructed to don , then to lay face down on the table (and a very comfortable table it was).
My skin was then scrubbed with a mixture of aromatic oil and salt. I had been given a towel to use as a privacy shield so I never felt uncomfortably naked. Every effort is made to preserve your modesty and Bev will talk or listen as you prefer. There is soft music playing in the background and if this treatment doesn’t totally relax you, nothing will.
My next stop was the shower to remove the excess salt and oil and when I returned I was directed to the facial table. Facial here includes your hands and feet as well. They are oiled and placed in warm mitts, what a delightful experience. My glycolic face mask made my face glow and even if I didn’t look it, I felt ten years younger.
After dressing I was escorted to the lounge to have a snack and the drink of my choice. They had fresh fruit and cookies and the choice of water, juices or coffee and tea. I sipped a cup of coffee while nibbling on fresh raspberries and pineapple. It was a lovely finish to my experience.
I then went in search of Irene who had completed her massage and was getting a manicure. Because I am prone to migraines I only visited for a minute since the nail polish smell bothered me but we were both very drawn to the pedicure section where ladies were sitting with their feet soaking.
I can’t say enough good things about this spa. It was an absolutely wonderful experience and one that we plan to repeat in the near future. To find out what services they offer you can visit their website. There was no pressure what so ever to purchase any of the products that were used on you but if you are interested they do have a small shop near the receptionist desk. There is even a bowl of chocolates in the waiting area, you have to love a place that offers free chocolate. Tres Jolie.
Written by Sierra on 08 Jul, 2005
Suffield, Connecticut, is a beautiful rural town on the west bank of the Connecticut River, approximately 20 minutes north of Hartford, CT, and ten minutes south of Springfield, Massachusetts. Originally founded in 1670 as "Southfield", MA, the town was annexed to Connecticut in 1749 and…Read More
Suffield, Connecticut, is a beautiful rural town on the west bank of the Connecticut River, approximately 20 minutes north of Hartford, CT, and ten minutes south of Springfield, Massachusetts. Originally founded in 1670 as "Southfield", MA, the town was annexed to Connecticut in 1749 and has a current population of just over 14,000.
If you are arriving in Connecticut through Bradley International Airport in Windsor Locks, follow signs to route 75 and follow it north; once you pass the northern runway, you are in Suffield. The town remains predominantly agricultural, with the landscape spotted with tobacco and dairy farms. Of particular note is the 4.3-mile stretch of Main Street that is designated as a scenic highway; most of the houses seen from the Windsor Locks/Suffield line to nearly the Agawam (MA) border date from the 1700 and 1800s, set back from the road behind lush lawns and huge ancient trees. Suffield is particularly gorgeous in the fall as the trees erupt in red, orange, and yellow.
However, as vibrant as the local live community is, we're going to look at its undead community for this article. Unfortunately, there is not much to report in terms of hauntings in Suffield; the only "known" haunted house in town is the old Kent mansion at the junction of Mountain Road and Sheldon Avenue. Although nobody lives there, the house has been seen with lights on and shadows in the windows. There are reports of poltergeist activity and for the back hallway to the second story having a "cold, chilling sensation" at times. Local lore has it that its benefactor, Sidney Albert Kent, is the local ghost.
Kent left other indelible marks on the town, including funding the library, which now bears his name. And the Kent name is only one of the many names that have carried down through the local population since colonial times; a walk through the local cemeteries will find tombstones liberally chiseled with names like Hastings, Orr, Fuller, Remington, Phelps, Moody, Spencer, Hale, Adams, Sikes (Sykes), Pomeroy, Miller, Patterson, Russell, Wells, Loomis, Fowler, Hathaway, Sheldon - names that not only defined the town, but the state and even the country.
The man who is likely Suffield's most famous son is not buried in his hometown: Sylvester Graham (1794-1851), who was an early advocate of vegetarianism and temperance in America, is best known as the man who created graham crackers. He lies buried in the town of Northampton, MA, approximately 45 minutes north of Suffield.
Woodlawn Cemetery is located on Bridge Street, about halfway between the town center at Bridge & Main Street, and East Street (Route 159). This picturesque cemetery is still in active use and has a small collection of mausoleums in addition to graves, which date back to the early 1800s. Howard W. Alcorn (1901-1992), who was a justice of the Connecticut state supreme court, is buried here. This old cemetery also has an interesting variety of carvings, including angels, obelisks, and one very lifelike tree stump. The oldest graves are in the areas closest to the main road, with the newest graves taking up the southeastern end of the cemetery.
The oldest cemetery in town, the Old Burying Ground (also sometimes known as the "first cemetery" or "the old cemetery") is located behind the First Church of Christ Congregational, just west of the junction of Main Street (Rte. 75) and Mountain Road in the center of town. Park along the town green and walk around the church; note that the ground can be quite soft here after a good rain, so wear sensible shoes when visiting. The oldest graves here date to the town's settlement (circa 1670), and visitors treated to beautiful views towards West Suffield Mountain, as well as north into Massachusetts. The Burying Ground is considered to have one of the best collections of gravestone art in New England, with many tombstones decorated with motifs such as angels and skull-and-crossbones.
If you head west along Mountain Road, and turn right/north up Hill Street, you will come to the junction of Russell Avenue. The rise to the west of this intersection is known as Hastings Hill, and here you will find the highly picturesque First Baptist Church (dating to circa 1769) and the adjacent Zion's Hill Cemetery, which dates to the mid 1700's. This cemetery, like the Old Burying Ground in the center of town, is full of colonial graveyard art and charming gravestone writing. The First Baptist Church is usually locked, as it is only open for special events. When visiting this site, navigate the steep driveway carefully, and be sure to not block the access for the private driveway next door; parking spaces are limited, but you will rarely have company here.
If you drive back down Hill Street and turn west (right) back on to Mountain Road, you can continue west past the West Suffield Cemetery, located on the north side of Mountain Road as you continue into West Suffield. Like Woodlawn, this cemetery also sees modern-day interments, and is a mix of older and newer tombstones. However, it is not nearly as interesting as some of the other cemeteries in town, although there are some nice sculptures here.
Continuing west, Mountain Road will turn to the right and start to climb over West Suffield Mountain. After you pass the entrance to Sunrise park on your left, but before the road opens up into more farmland, you will see Phelps Road on your left. Turn down Phelps, and just down the road you will find the Over the Mountain Cemetery. This graveyard is relatively small, and many of the stones show wear, as they were carved with softer stone, which has not aged as well. I actually find this particular cemetery at its most attractive on a drippy day, when the damp and the mossy stones give you the feeling of an archeologist.
There are several small family burial plots located around town, but these are generally not open to the public, so I have not listed them here.
If you enjoy history and have a fondness for graveyards, you will find a visit to Suffield very worthwhile. Should your time be limited, I would recommend a smaller circuit of Woodlawn, the Old Burying Ground, and the Zion’s Hill Cemetery.
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Should you be interested in visiting the area, I would highly recommend staying in the magnificent Spencer-on-Main bed-and-breakfast, which is located a renovated 1871 showpiece home along Main Street and considered one of the finest examples of the "Second Empire Style" architecture. (Room rates start at $115/night.) Close
Written by zabelle on 27 Mar, 2006
How could I resist? Especially when Al offered to pay. I booked my services 2 days before we arrived, and I suggest that you do this as well. It may just have been because this is the weekend before Valentine’s Day, but by Thursday there…Read More
How could I resist? Especially when Al offered to pay. I booked my services 2 days before we arrived, and I suggest that you do this as well. It may just have been because this is the weekend before Valentine’s Day, but by Thursday there was already nothing available at all for Saturday. I booked a scrub and a facial for 2pm, and Kasey ordered a manicure and a pedicure for the same time periodWe arrived about 20 minutes early and Kasey was escorted to the relaxation room to await her service. I was shown to the locker room and given my robe and jelly slippers. After changing, I joined Kasey in the relation room. It is dimly lit with wicker furniture and an artificial fireplace in each of the two rooms. There is a pot of hot water and lots of tea choices as well as some granola bars. There are magazines to read while you wait.I hardly had time to get comfortable when Stacey arrived and asked if I minded going early. Not me. She showed me to the room and explained the shower to me. I opted for the body only not the over head and she explained everything that she was going to be doing. She gave me the optional sexy paper bikinis, and then left the room while I removed the robe and positioned myself face down on the table.This is the first time I have ever been brushed. This helps to exfoliate the skin. Then the warm scrub was rubbed all over my body, one section at a time. My unruly hair refused to be covered by a hairnet so at one point I had to hold it while she did my back. I was then left alone to take my shower, and then placed myself back under the sheet on the table.Now it was time for the moisture cream. By now my whole body felt as soft as a babies bottom. It took a lot of effort on my part to get up and put my robe back on and head for the relaxation room. After a cup of green tea I was restored enough to happily follow Carmen into another room for my facial and eyebrow waxing (ouch).The eyebrows were done first and then my eyes were covered, and steam was applied to my face. In the meantime, my hands and feet were massaged with lotion, placed in plastic and inserted into warmers. It’s a very decadent feeling. Carmen asked if I would allow extraction (sure) and then began to clear out any clogged pores. This was followed by the application of a gel exfoliate, and then my face was buffed with a mechanical brush. This was followed by warm rinse, and a moisturizing mask, then a facial massage. The last thing out were my soft feet. I dressed again and headed back to the relaxation room. If I was any mroe relaxed I would have been out cold. Kasey arrived with her toes done in a French manicure and her nails a glowing gold tone. Both of us dreaded heading back out into the cold snow, and ending our special afternoon, but all good things must end. With tip, my afternoon cost $201.20, Kasey’s was $140. Both of us felt it was an afternoon well spent.To see a list of the services supplied by the spa you can visit the web site at http://www.watersedge-resort.com/spa.htm Close
Shopping:The Shops at Water’s Edge offer the option to do some world class spending without even taking out your car. While not in the resort itself, they are a very short walk across the parking lot. Thanks to the $25 gift certificate I was given…Read More
Shopping:The Shops at Water’s Edge offer the option to do some world class spending without even taking out your car. While not in the resort itself, they are a very short walk across the parking lot. Thanks to the $25 gift certificate I was given as a Valentine’s welcome gift, I had to check out Bernie Fields Jewelry Store. I was very surprised when I saw the gift card. The Bernie Fields Jewelry Store that I knew had closed recently and since this was where Al purchased my engagement ring 39 years ago, along with several other pieces of jewelry over the years, it was with great sadness that I saw them leave. Imagine my surprise when I walked in the shop and saw familiar faces. Cutting to the chase, I now have a very cute garnet and silver bracelet as a souvenir of my week at the resort. Thanks to Water’s Edge.Pool and fitness center. While Kasey and I were indulging at the spa, Al, John, and the hooligans went off to visit the pool. We had a heck of a time finding the entrance to the pool. You need to go through the gift shop. There are separate locker rooms for men and women. The men are downstairs near the entrance , the women are downstairs halfway down the wall on the right of the pool. There is a separate sauna and steam room for men and woman. Within the pool area there is also a hot tub, a very good size hot tub. The pool was warm and the boys had a great time. Also right off the gift shop is the health club. This is a serious workout room with plenty of machines to choose from. You need to sign in and give them your room key in exchange for a locker key. Playing for Children and AdultsFor the kids there is a game room with a nice selection of arcade style games. This is also where you may rent DVDs. They are in a machine and you put in your credit card and receive your movie. The selection was acceptable, but not too extensive.For the adults there is a business center where you have access to high-speed Internet. To get into the business center you need to get a special key at the desk. This key allows you entrance for 24 hours.If you are going to be here for a week, or even a weekend, on Saturday morning there is a special introduction to inform you of what is happening in the area by activities director. In addition to a continental breakfast you will be provided with a full itinerary of things that you can do, not just in Westbrook but all over Connecticut... This is not a sales pitch, so relax you will not be pressured into becoming timeshare owners, it won't even be mentioned. Surprisingly enough no one mentioned purchasing a timeshare the entire week we were here.The Spa- I have a full entry on my experience but this is a full service day spa, and offers massages for both men and woman as well as a full array of other services.During the warmer weather there is an outdoor pool and also an outdoor dining area. There are two tennis courts. And lets not forget the Long Island Sound which is right where this resort is located. There is a private beach with all sorts of water related sports available. Close
Written by ckelly on 05 Apr, 2005
We saw Mystic Aquarium, Mystic Seaport, and Olde Mistick Village in one day and my personal favorite was the Planetarium at the Seaport. I have always been fascinated by the stars, and since my husband and I were the only ones in the audience, we…Read More
We saw Mystic Aquarium, Mystic Seaport, and Olde Mistick Village in one day and my personal favorite was the Planetarium at the Seaport. I have always been fascinated by the stars, and since my husband and I were the only ones in the audience, we got an extra-long (about an hour or so) explanation and demonstration. The guide told us all about the various constellations and took special care to explain how the stars look differently depending upon where you live and the time of the season. There is an extra $3 charge for this building, but we certainly got our money’s worth.
We also received a special tour of the Charles Morgan, the "last remaining wooden whaling ship". I think there were four of us listening to all of the information. Each of the guides in every building we visited seemed genuinely in love with the sea and the heritage the museum was portraying. A special exhibit on display at the time we visited was the Sea Dogs exhibit – about how dogs have been involved in sea events. I also enjoyed the large building of figureheads. Quite a variety – of sizes, shapes, and details!
Two comments about the Seaport – not all buildings are open in the winter. In fact, I am sure we would have a different experience if we went during the summer. You would have more to see and more of the "hustle and bustle" feeling. According to the website, "You don't just view our exhibits. You live and breathe them." Secondly, Mystic Seaport has a policy of returning the next day for free so it is best to visit this "attraction" before the end of your vacation. I had several favorites at the Aquarium. As expected, the sea lion show was very entertaining. I also was very impressed with seeing the beluga whales and the penguins, since they are not the normal "animals" you see in other aquariums. In fact the whole Alaskan Coast exhibit area was very nicely laid out for maximum enjoyment. Finally the aquarium has various special exhibits that change during the year. The "PT 109, Courage under Fire" exhibit was also different from past experiences. I believe we spent much more time at the Aquarium than we expected. Close
Written by JocelynA12 on 07 Oct, 2008
In this affluent village, located on the Five Mile River and Long Island Sound, even without movie theaters, gas stations, or fast food restaurants, there is always something to do. Rowayton, Conn. enjoys its simplicity; all of its attractions are found on its main street…Read More
In this affluent village, located on the Five Mile River and Long Island Sound, even without movie theaters, gas stations, or fast food restaurants, there is always something to do. Rowayton, Conn. enjoys its simplicity; all of its attractions are found on its main street of Rowayton Avenue. The Rowayton Market: It’s stocked to provide you with your grocery needs, but it serves more as a deli and hang out. The locals frequent this store to grab a sandwich made fresh from the deli or munch on a cake from the home goods section right out on the back porch. The porch overlooks the Five Mile River and into the neighboring town of Darien. It’s a great perch for a sunny summer afternoon. Below Deck: Just after you’ve enjoyed your lunchtime treat from the Rowayton Market, walk directly down the porch steps to Below Deck and rent a kayak. The best way to experience the Long Island Sound is right on the water. The Five Mile River will lead you past stunning contemporary homes in Rowayton and Darien. It is peaceful and relaxing and you’ll also get a great work out. Don’t worry if you are feeling timid, there are kayak instructors available for help.Pinkney Park: Just a block from the Market is the town’s only park, where the Rowayton Historical Society is located. The Historic Society is interested in preserving Rowayton’s past by preserving the history of Rowayton since the time of the first Native American settlement. Their primary focus is the period when oystering was the main industry, boats were powered mostly by sail, and visitors came by train, trolley and steamer to Rowayton’s Roton Point Park because it was supposedly the "prettiest place on the Long Island Sound" to spend a summer’s day. The Pinkney house usually hosts an event participatory event to help visitors absorb interesting details about the town of yesterday and today. An example would be Rowayton’s River Ramble. It is a day long festival, held annually, celebrating local artwork including fun games and events for children.Rowayton Seafood, "The Restaurant": Just called The Restaurant, is the town’s choice for upscale dining. Rowaton Seafood is known throughout Connecticut and the lower New England Seaboard as one of the finest resources for fresh seafoood. Located on the Five Mile River, further down Rowayton Avenue, The Restaurant has a cozy and intimate environment. The décor is nothing extravagant; a glassed in porch for dining and main dining room, with a whole-in-the-wall bar, but the place attracts customers from all over. The food is best enjoyed with a glass of wine; the selection is endless. The Restaurant is ceaselessly busy and reservations are a near must. Vale Parking is included.The River Cat: Once you’ve eaten your weight in lobster and had your wine fix, why not head on down to the River Cat Grill. This is where the bar scene is at. Another intimate stop on the strip, the River Cat provides you with dim lighting and a full drink list. You can hang out by the bar or enjoy the Rowayton weather on their outdoor patio overlooking the town. Whether you are in the mood to hang by the water or dress to the nines, Rowayton has got you covered. Close
Waking up on that third day, I was hoping for warm air and a nice breeze to help my core temperature warm up. But, Mother Nature had a different plan for me. I opened my tent door and was greeted by yet more mist and…Read More
Waking up on that third day, I was hoping for warm air and a nice breeze to help my core temperature warm up. But, Mother Nature had a different plan for me. I opened my tent door and was greeted by yet more mist and damp air. Thinking this was some sort of joke, I went off with my girlfriend to the food court for hot coffee and tea. There is nothing more enjoyable than knocking back a hot tea when you are freezing. When we got back to the tent, our friends were awake and the sun seemed to be creeping in from behind the clouds. The second that that the sun hit me, I immediately felt warmer and the day was starting off on the right foot. After a quick brushing of our teeth, we all headed off for some breakfast sandwiches at a place we had heard about that was just outside the festival campsite site. We got the info for this place from one of the vendors inside the food court and it seemed like a great idea. Unfortunately, when we got there, we immediately regretted our decision. Although we had already ordered three egg sandwiches, we felt as if this place was not really for us. On the shelves, there were boxes of food that had expired in 2004 and even one that expired in 1999. The place seemed stuck in the past with an air of sketchiness to it. We brought our egg sandwiches back to the tent and devoured them as if they were the last piece of food we were to ever see. Although the sandwich was a little dry, the food was great, or at least great with our hang over.We then decided to clean up our area and get prepared for the afternoon which had an amazing line-up. The first show that we wanted to see that day was Donna Jean & The Tricksters. Donna Jean Godchaux, the once female singer of the Grateful Dead, had gotten together with the Zen Tricksters, a premier Grateful Dead cover band and formed this fun collective of musicians. However, we headed down a little early and caught the end of the Strangefolk show which was rather enjoyable. We then parked ourselves in a rather close spot near the stage, but also near a trash can so we could discard our empty beer cans. The show erupted into an explosion of jams and rocking tunes. We were caught up in the collective groove that the audience had, which was basically influenced by illegal substances. You could see smoke puffing up every few feet like smoke signals of enjoyment. As the show roared to a close, we started to make our way back for some lunch and to reload our stash of beer. After a quick bit, I wanted to head down to the field again to catch the end of the Assembly of Dust show and watch the Keller Williams show. However, no one really seemed stoked about going with me, so Chris, my buddy, came with while the ladies stayed back to relax. Now if you have never seen Keller Williams, I would strongly suggest it because he is just a genius with his guitar. He can plan three rhythms at once with is such a cool thing. Unfortunately, for me, the show blew past really fast and before I knew it, we were leaving the field and heading back. When we got back to the tents, the sounds of Les Claypool slapping away at his bass was so strong that I could feel it in my chest as we greeted the girls. They had the dinner stuff prepared for us and were ready to play some drinking games (beer pong) and then head down for the Ratdog show. When we finally stumbled down to the field again, all of the attendees of the festival had descended upon the field, making less of a concert field and more a sea of people. Navigating through the madness was too much for us, so we headed over to the water and relaxed there while the music played in the background, kind of like our own personal soundtrack. Unfortunately, the prolonged use of alcohol all day had taken its toll on us and we were ready for bed, so we headed back to the tents again and prepared to rest for the last night of the Vibes. There is nothing more relaxing than passing out to great music. What a day! Close