Another American Adventure: September 2013

Sunday, September 29, 2013

the end of an era

John arrived back in Florida this afternoon, so that we are completely at home now. We'll see where we go from here. Life feels both uncertain and settled at the same time.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Moving on - Time Out!

We've moved to a new place.

Go here:
http://timeoutbq.blogspot.com

Not sure where we're going with this, but there is where we're gonna put stuff for now!

So long Another America Adventure! It's been a good adventure! May need a few more posts to properly put this baby to rest. We still have the apartment in Cranberry and some loose ends to tie up, but the 3+ year odyssey that began rolling back in April 2010 is definitely on its last leg. John may even get back up there for more contract work later. But that'll all be recorded in a different context ...

Friday, September 6, 2013

the end is coming!

Believe it or not, Another American Adventure is coming to an end. More than 3 years and over 500 postings, our adventure is Western PA will soon be over.

I think I'll call the next interlude: In Between Times. Stay tuned.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Labor Day Weekend Photos

One last photo from the birthday party.

Burgers with the Barans ...

Frank's famous burger.

me and Sandy, looking dark

Headed over to Ocean Reef Park (Singer Island)

Good snorkeling; ocean is flat, sky is bright!

Walking around the sea turtle nests ...

heading home

sea oats

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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.