Erin's Travel Blog

          It is always easy for someone to boast about their hometown. In truth, it is often an extension of themselves; the place has shaped them their entire life. From both their good and bad experiences it has taught them lessons that have resulted in the person that they are today. So, while I know that my hometown is far from perfect, it is a place that I would encourage everyone to visit.  The first place I would encourage visitor candidates to explore is the historical monuments scattered around the area. Most notably, I would recommend visiting the DeWint House. While this sounds like it would be some random, unimportant location, it actually stands as an important, unrecognized symbol for our country. Standing as a relatively tall dwelling of brick and stone, this house was first built in 1700. More noteworthy than the owner of the house itself, however, was the fact that the structure served as the temporary headquarters of George Washingt...

          The dark blue walls are lined halfway up with espresso-colored batten boards. The painted portion is littered with old fishing memorabilia: vintage fishing rods, antique bait cans, and small recreations of sea creatures. The orange booth I am sitting in is worn down to the seams from years of people sliding in and out throughout the hot summer days. In front of me, my hands stick to the varnish of the wood table that has become tacky after repeated cleaning each day. From my spot, I have a perfect view of the metal kitchen doors and bar entrance swinging open and shut throughout the busy evening shuffle. Light casts down on the sticky table through a large wood-paned window to my right. Outside, tables and chairs line the sidewalk and patio surrounding the restaurant. Whether or not this is truly allowed goes undiscussed, as they do whatever they can to accommodate the booming summer crowd. Both inside and outside, there is not an open chair in s...

            I am a self-declared produce aficionado. However, most people in my life will agree with that title. No matter where we are or what the intended plan for the day was, I will find a way to drag that person to a produce market. Whether it be a new location or a place that I have visited dozens of times, I will enjoy myself thoroughly during my entire stay. If I were given a one-item limit on each visit to the market, each time, I would come home with a bag of peaches. During the summer, there is truly nothing better. Fresh and sweet, the orange exterior color continues all the way through. Filled with abundant juice that comes running out like a rushing river after the first bite. Growing rapidly during the summer months, they are easy to come across and bring home to enjoy at any time. Whether I eat them as is or incorporate them into one of many recipes in my repertoire, they are one of the most iconic summer delicacies in my mind. However,...

        In a community on the water, there is always something going on. Whether a person lives in the area or not, on the weekend, they will always make their way to the water's edge to see the events of the day. Since the area is relatively small, during the summer months, there are a few activities that are almost guaranteed to be found.  In the early morning hours, when the sun has barely risen and the day's heat has yet to set in, many elder members of the community gather for a communal stroll to the end of the dock. Convening in the gravel parking lot, they make the trek to the end of the Pier slowly. As they walk, they absorb each detail of their surroundings. From the birds laying on the pebble and sand-lined waters edge to the state of the leaves on the trees, nothing goes unnoticed.  Throughout the entirety of their stroll, they remain in a straight line. From above, they would look like a broom sweeping dust away from an uneven wood flo...