I suppose if you’d blink while driving down I-84, outside of Scranton, PA, you’d completely miss the ~1000 resident town of Milford.  That’s probably what happened to us on our first few westerly treks down to North Carolina to visit family for the holidays, but now that we’ve made the stop, it’ll be hard to imagine those trips south as one day long-hauls ever again.

Chasing a winter storm up the coast a couple of years ago, and terrified of the icy Pennsylvania hills after dark, Meredith and I stumbled upon Milford while trying to find a dog-friendly place to stay.  After spending a night of supreme comfort at Hotel Fauchere and a unfortunately-brief walk around town in the morning, we knew we’d be back in no time for a real visit.  To our delight, that opportunity presented itself on our most recent trip South.

Milford is small – I mean really small – but I think that that’s what Meredith and I love the most about this ‘borough’ of artists, galleries, small museums and shops.  It really does feel like a secret, and one that we couldn’t resist sharing.  Milford has everything you need for a quick overnight or short weekend getaway – great food, a great place to stay, and the perfect little downtown (or all of town) to kill some time.