Images from my girlfriends’ weekend in the mountains (and why I will never lose weight on one)

Bagel-fuls and cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Promise they weren’t this blurry in real life.

I was dying for barbecue from this local dive. We didn’t eat there, not because our underwear was showing, but because it was carry-out only and too cold to eat outside.

Tough decision: candied or caramel apples?

Willie Wonka-style paradise:

I’ll give you a virtual quarter if you can guess what’s in the bag. (Hint: it isn’t gummy.)

Discarded children’s shoes on the bottoms of the chairs to prevent scratching the floor: downright strange and apparently useless, too.

Aren’t these woven rings adorably creative?

Word to the wise: Never let your friends put a sight unseen hat on your head and proceed to photograph you. Although the color matches, that’s not my hair on top—it’s part of the hat. Creepy, eh?

Massive glass in a little wine shop where we get the yummiest blueberry wine.

That bottle didn’t last long…

Chicken Marsala on the way!