Pulling on the Yellow Lines Again
Tristan and I up and down through the mountains of the Pennsylvania Wilds as we begin a week-long stint on PA’s infamous Route 6, and then up into New England for an Autumn drive.
“Penn’s Woods”, the Keystone State is packed with great state parks, a few great cities, and more than meets the eye for this uncelebrated 2nd state in the Union.
Tristan and I up and down through the mountains of the Pennsylvania Wilds as we begin a week-long stint on PA’s infamous Route 6, and then up into New England for an Autumn drive.
Ebensburg Pennsylvania has all of the outward qualities of the perfect small American town, from big grassy yards to quaint brick roads and gazebo strewn parks. Of course, they have no local businesses because everyone shops at Walmart, the only restaurants are pizza places (bad pizza), and they frown upon people hanging out in the parks. But other than that, I’d keep on moving…
Climbing down and crawling up these mountains we found ourselves back on the road today, and the road was curvy windy through cattleyards, them grazing in their apple tree shade, and long and steady like a hot engine uphill. Being in motion is slower these days, but it leaves more time for the mind to […]
“I’ll die up in them woods,” and his face reminds me of so many old friends who might’ve been named Cliff or Rob. He heard me tell the conductor I was headed to Johnstown and so we were destined to sit next to eachother on the Amtrak from Pittsburgh, me to Johnstown. Flood City, he […]
7:25am and the telephone’s ringing straight into a Saturday morning. And it’s Flood. For those of you unfamiliar with teh man’s particular charms, he’s a vibrant and full on young man who is always set t maximum. We were scheduled to leave at 10am, but he’s been up all night itching to go, laying in […]