It was the first Sunday in August, a perfect, crystal clear, humidity free day.
The hubby and foodie daughter were away, and I could not pass up an opportunity to enjoy the nice weather. At about 2:00 PM, I met my friend and fellow attorney John Mangan. John's family was away too, so we loaded up our bikes on a rickety bike rack on the back of his trusty Volvo and headed for Gettysburg.
After leaving Devil's Den, on the bikes, we got a close view of nature. We stopped at a bridge and saw a snapping turtle coyly hiding beneath some vegetation. We saw lily pads and a bull frog. We looked in cannons and found a bird's nest. Later, we saw peaceful apple trees in the Peach Orchard, where intense battle took place July 2, 1863.
After our tour, loaded up the bikes and we headed to the Springhouse Tavern, which is in the basement of the Dobbin House*. Most people come to Gettysburg for Civil War history, but the Dobbin House dates back to 1776.
It was built by Reverend Alexander Dobbin who came to America to start a new life for his family.
The Springhouse Tavern is located in the cellar of the Dobbin House and we slipped down the narrow stairs into the cool dark space.
The spring still flows in the basement at the far end and you can view it through a glass panel (see at left).
At first all appeared dark, but as our eyes adjusted, we spied an open spot at the historic bar and I ordered a Troeg's Pale Ale on tap.
There are also many comfortable booths and tables in the cozy space, and dining is much less formal than upstairs. I ordered the crab dip which came with chunky vegetables, and it was excellent.
The Springhouse Tavern offers classic early American fare, and full dinners as well as many light offerings are available. French onion soup is another favorite menu item.
After dinner I slipped upstairs and peeked in the gift shop and looked in some of the upstairs rooms. I took a few pictures to see if I could catch a wayward ghost, as on a recent ghost tour I attended, and we were assured there were plenty in the building. Unfortunately none showed themselves, and we headed out without any good sightings.
On the way home, we stopped at the Appalachian Brewing Company to fill my growler.
Filled with good food, a growler for later, and the bikes in tow, we headed back to Carlisle, after a successful jaunt, filled with ideas of where we might go for our next day of Bikes and Brews!
* For a history on the Dobbin House and a Foodidude review on the Springhouse Tavern, please click here.