So we have finally reached our final destination before working our way back home. Now that we have expended half the fun by getting here, we decided to pause for a couple of nights to take it all in. Tomorrow we have an early appointment at Fallingwater so we wanted to be well-rested and relatively close. This plan allowed us to take our time doing ‘touristy’ things and not worry about road construction or highway traffic jams.

Donegal is a borough within the Donegal Township. Both are named after the County of Donegal, the northernmost county in Ireland and the largest in the province of Ulster. The name Donegal is derived from the Irish Dun na nGall, which translates to ‘fort of the foreigners’, which as I write this, makes more sense now than when we were actually there. You see, Donegal the borough is only 0.3 square miles (sorry….0.78 sq. km) and sits right on an exit off the PA turnpike. It is a tiny swatch of land that has all the amenities a foreigner would need: Hotels, restaurants, convenience stores, and gas bars. The Township completely surrounds the borough but is completely distinct as a municipality. Don’t worry, we were also very confused.

After checking in, we decided to take a run down PA-31 into what we thought was ‘town’ but was actually just a street with businesses interspersed with family homes. There was a legion, a few ski-rental shops, a pie shoppe (not just a shop, but the quaint and boutique-style ‘shoppe’), a physical therapist’s office shingle, an independent pharmacy, a yoga studio, and TWO dollar stores (because they’re everywhere). The Old General Store caught our eyes, so we trundled in to hear a little bell ring above the door to signal our patronage. Right away, this was no ordinary gift shop; the first corner led me to a wire rack with rows and rows of local hot sauce varieties. The names of said sauces are not fit to print unless you have the potty humour of a delinquent 12-year old, so naturally we all took turns reading labels and appropriately laughing our keisters off.

Wandering to the next section, and keeping with the theme, behold the lavatory mists! Many of us have seen these novelty items in stores back home, but as a tip of the cap to some fresh new pun creations, I will share my top 5 from this location:

• Beethoven’s Symphony No.2
• Vladimir Pootin
• Abe Lincoln’s Log
• Jack the Ripper
• Fifty Shades of Brown

The next section was kitchen and housewares. We particularly liked the arrangement of kitchen towels. See if you notice the common thread between all the products in the picture below:

By this time, the employees in the store were beginning to worry about us. The giddy fairy had us cornered and triumphantly cast their spell. Now absolutely everywhere we looked, everything we touched or wore was downright hilarious, and we hadn’t yet reached the greeting cards…

Note to self – if a card or napkin makes you cry with laughter, just buy it as an impulse. You just never know when you’ll have the chance to spring such silliness on an unsuspecting victim. In the months since the trip, my fiancée and I are kicking ourselves because some of those passages would have been perfect for special occasions or gifts for family and friends.

Somewhat out of embarrassment, we each bought a small knick-knack before leaving. Rest assured, the cashier had guessed that we were definitely ‘from away’, but seemed to enjoy the entertainment nonetheless. Across the street, we found another interesting store to visit, replete with driftwood and antlers:

I don’t have a cabin myself, but walking into this place, you could almost smell the smoke from the fireplace and feel a dry, cozy warmth permeating throughout the living space. The Rustic Lodge has a distinct stone and timber style that caters to folks that love spending time in the outdoors. Similar to the hotel décor in the last post, taxidermy is pervasive and almost every piece of furniture: night stand, mantel-piece, chandelier, and wine rack was unique. Need a lighting fixture made of antlers? A bed made of polished logs? A full-size barrel with ‘Jack Daniel’s’ emblazoned on the front? This is the store for you!

Our next stop took us to the corner of PA-31 and PA-711, which would be the route to Fallingwater the next morning. We discovered Sarnelli’s Market, A standalone building that housed an Italian market on the main level, but the parking lot wound down around the back to find a cold beer store, a separate unit with local wines, and a third for local spirits. After splurging on a can of Arnold Palmer’s Spiked Half & Half (iced tea, lemonade, and weirdly, the alcohol was unspecified on the label), we popped in to sample some wines. The lady serving us was quite jovial and informative, pointing out the most popular grape varieties for the region. She asked if we were interested in trying some spirits, and led us out, locking the door behind us and proceeded to unlock the next unit to the right. Ridge Runner Distillery, from nearby Chalkhill to the south, featured an array of moonshines and young-tasting rums. Some of the lineup had potential with a bit more aging, but most tasted like flavored rubbing alcohol.

We were beginning to get a wee bit famished. Thankfully every drive we made so far was only a few minutes in either direction so we had a few choices that were very close. Pulling off the highway earlier, we had noticed a very prominent road sign and decided to get a closer look. I’ll leave this here:

Talk about owning it! For some reason, I had always thought the term ‘hillbilly’ was more on the derogatory side, used to poke fun with the Beverly Hillbillies being an example. As it turns out, the term actually originated in Appalachia. Although there is debate regarding the origin of the term, I’ll share the one I find the most interesting and fun.

The Appalachian Mountains were settled in the 18th century by the English, the Scottish lowlands and northern Ireland. Many were followers of the protestant king William III (William of Orange). In Ireland during the Williamite War, supporters of ‘King Billy’ were known as ‘Billy’s Boys’. Over time, settlers in the rural, mountainous areas of the original 13 British colonies became known as hillbillies. Nowadays, the term is used both with pride, and in other settings, as parody. At HillBilly’s Grub-N-Pub, we sensed a bit of both.

Switching things up a bit, I ordered Mimi’s Meatloaf with a side of gouda mashed potatoes. The menu had a few different cocktails. I honed in on a ‘Stubborn Mule’, a concoction featuring a locally distilled cherry vodka and ginger beer. During the course of the meal, a news report popped on the telly behind our table. There was a piece on a recent republican campaign event, and the spin was not too kind to the former American president. As non-Americans, we certainly don’t have a right to judge political views, but we watch the news like everyone else. In most cases, we don’t hold a glowing view of Donald Trump, and this particular dinner conversation swayed into that territory. Almost immediately, the spidey senses began to tingle. There weren’t too many full tables in our vicinity, but some ears started to perk up when his name was mentioned. We were in a very purple state, with much at stake in the upcoming November election. Needless to say, we clammed up before dessert was served, making an educated guess that given the day’s events, we may have arrived in a part of the state that leans right rather heavily.

Nestled back in our rooms, we tried to get an early night after fighting with the apps on the smartTV. Tomorrow was going to be epic.

Join us next time where in part 6, we will have a brief Fallingwater walkthrough followed by a cruise through the illustrious locations of Mill Run, Ohiopyle, Acme and Mount Pleasant!

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