Dinner last night was at the Woodstock Brewery. They had at least a dozen picnic tables in an outdoor beer garden and there were dogs at nearly every other table. We were seated between a Coton and a 3 mo old Maltese.
This morning the motel has a continental breakfast and they make their own bagels. It had a crunchy exterior and soft doughy inside and was densely coated in poppy seeds.
Not sure why I chose this place because there is not tons of stuff to do. I guess I’m hoping to relax?