The next day was the funeral, which was nice. It was just us, my Uncle Dan, and my Uncle Chris and his family. No service, just us standing around telling stories about Papa. The best kind of funeral. Short, simple, just the way Papa would have wanted it.
Afterwards we went to lunch with my Uncles and then back to the hotel where I had to take some Benadryl and a nap, because for some reason the entire bottom half of my body had completely broken out in hives (for the second time this year).
After my nap, my hives had disappeared so I headed out for another excursion to another neighboring gold rush town.
There, we visited the old train station turned museum. It was closed that day, but we wandered around outside for a bit anyway.
After the train station, we headed over to the National Hotel where we had planned on having dinner. We were early so we stopped at a wine and beer bar across the street, for a pre-dinner drink.
My mom and I split an Apple Lambic.
After our drinks we walked across the street for dinner.
For dessert, Maria got the Bananas Foster. I love how they make it tableside for you. Amazing.
I got the crème brulée. I love crème brulée. If it’s on the menu, I will always order it.
We checked out the bar before we left.
One of the owners showed us the hatch under the floor behind the bar. It lead to a basement where they hid the alcohol during Prohibition. Very cool. Sorry, I didn’t get a good picture.
The next morning after breakfast we headed home. And after being gone for three days, Eleanor didn’t seem to care that I was back. She wouldn’t even give me a hug. What a Daddy’s girl!
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Sitting around telling stories does sound like the best kind of funeral. Cool pictures of the bar and restaurant.