Another American Adventure: Continuing even further south ...

Monday, January 17, 2011

Continuing even further south ...

Went through a car wash first. My side window was so dirty I couldn't even see out of it! We got "The Works". Foam, high powered water rinse, then some yellow stuff, another rinse, and then a blow dry. Jubilee was cowered down and shaking the whole time. But good results!

Nice! You'd never know this car was almost 20 years old with more than 220,000 miles! My road trip angel, Doug, was reliable as usual. Not to mention John, who makes all the major decisions (and repairs) to this miracle car.

Continuing south, we crossed the line into La-La land. Shorts and sandals, winter is a far away dream.

John tells me that it is 3 degrees in Cranberry TWP now.

The local library was closed today (MLK Day) so I'm getting my internet stuff done at Starbuck's. Having an iced green tea.

Jubilee is certainly excited to see her backyard and old neighborhood.

5 comments:

marcJanuary 17, 2011 at 9:12 AM
i'm jealous
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BarbaraJanuary 17, 2011 at 9:14 AM
Your car look fantastic! Winter is hard on cars, very hard.
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beth cioffolettiJanuary 17, 2011 at 11:58 AM
Come on down, Marc - bring the family and kids!

Wanna buy my car, Barbara??!
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Sally ClayJanuary 17, 2011 at 1:06 PM
La La Land indeed!
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beth cioffolettiJanuary 17, 2011 at 1:56 PM
I think that Daytona Beach overpass (with the Palm Trees) is the dividing line, Sally! :-) Everything below that line is indeed la la.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.