1261 April 13, 2025 Folklore Brewing

My walk this morning took me along the coast on Mashes Sand Road.  There was a nice paved bike path on a quiet backroad. 

We dawdled this morning.  We didn’t have that far to drive and we couldn’t check in until after 1pm.  That was further complicated by the fact that we would be entering the Central Time Zone in the panhandle of Florida.

We began our ride in the country and we passed through Apalachicola National Forest.  We began to see cattle and farmland.  Then we got on Interstate 10 for a long way.  We stopped at a rest area in Cottondale and stalled again, we had lunch and walked and Tim took a nap.

We crossed into Alabama and shortly after that, we arrived at our destination, Folklore Brewing and Meadery in Dothan.  We were met by Uncle Kenny in his blue golfcart and escorted to our site.  This business is associated with Harvest Hosts. 

When we first got here, there was a trade circle happening. People came with stuff they wanted to get rid of or trade and they went from table to table negotiating for things they were interested in having. No money exchanged hands…just deals between neighbors.

There was a guy selling boiled peanuts; a southern specialty that Tim remembers from his youth. We bought a cup to share. They were salty and meaty and tasted more like beans than nuts.

Tim was happy that he could watch the NASCAR race while sipping a nice porter.  I joined him a while later and had mead for the first time.  Mead is fermented honey with added water.  It was quite tasty.  Blue Moon Café provided Cajun dinner choices.  Tim sampled etouffee and I had a shrimp po’boy. 

We enjoyed chatting with Doyle, the owner’s dad.

We went out to the RV and soon, Uncle Kenny came down to water his butter beans and zucchini.  He and Tim are outside talking about all kinds of things. 

The hosts here have been so kind and have made us feel very welcome.  Uncle Kenny said “Tonight, this is your backyard and we want you to make yourselves at home!”