A picky eater with lots of allergies and her family visit The Fishin’ Pig

Squished Travel

It’s a long drive from home to the Carolinas. A really long drive. Especially in your small SUV overstuffed with bedding, clothes, decorative throws, pots and pans, notebooks, chargers, and a first aid kit. Are we moving? No. Well, my daughter is. Back to college and according to Google Maps the ride should take anywhere between thirteen and sixteen hours depending on the route, traffic, and the number of squirrels we need to swerve around on the back country roads. With my seat pushed as far forward as possible and an overnight bag cramped in by my feet I feel like a gorilla in a birdcage. My daughter, clearly a contortionist in a past life, manages to sit cross-legged and happily crochets in her ten inches of space in the backseat. We don’t complain though. My very tall husband, Dan, pushes his seat approximately one quarter inch forward, so my daughter has a little more room for her feet to rest atop her Keurig.

Dan does all the driving. He weaves between trucks through the Pennsylvania mountains and dodging falling debris as we drive along the Capital Beltway. This is our third year experiencing this nightmare. Thankfully, my daughter had the foresight to suggest we purchase cleaners and paper products at the local Walmart when we get to campus. This is the smartest suggestion I have ever heard. This is why we send her to college. She’s the smart one. She also suggested stopping halfway down to rest overnight. It’s likely she’s heard me say this every time we drive her to or from school, but I’ll give her the credit. This year, we stopped at a Best Western in Waynesboro, Virginia. We exitied the car and sniffed at the amazing aromas wafting through the air from the restaurant next door.

Finally Stopping For Food…I’m So Hungry!

What happens when barbeque and seafood restaurants collide? Well, you get The Fishin’ Pig. Since 2012, sea meets land at this popular venue situated in Waynesboro, Virginia. Picnic tables dot the lawn in front of a stage hosting live music. If you’re like me, who can’t be in the sun because, you know…allergies, choose to sit inside at high-top tables or wooden booths. We didn’t care about the twenty-five minute wait, but cheered when seated about five minutes after checking in. Butcher block paper covers the table making for great entertainment for young kids and adults although there were no crayons available. As a writer, I always carry several pens and the occasional crayon in my purse for coloring or playing hangman (like we did!) while waiting to order and eat. An assortment of Shorty’s BBQ sauces corralled in a picnic box which Dan was eager to try. Wet wipes and a roll of paper towels on a wrought iron stand also grace the table. Clearly they expect a delicious mess! I, forever the shopper, enjoyed gift shop display featuring t-shirts, caps, and barbecue sauce behind the check in area.  

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