Pennsylvania 2017: part 2

I owe quite a bit to Himself’s love of car shows in far-flung parts of the country and his outright refusal to board any type of aircraft.  Because of him, I’ve seen states I’d probably never otherwise see.  Gorgeous vistas, breathtaking sunrises and sunsets.  And peed in gas station bathrooms I’d just as soon forget.  He nailed it when he said he can always gauge the cleanliness of the bathrooms by which sex tends the counter.  Men: it’s nasty.  Women: you could eat off the seat.

As we trekked our way east, we settled into the routine for which Himself is famous.  Out the hotel doors by 6 am and a commitment to driving as far as humanly possible while still maintaining some semblance of a good mood and maybe stopping to eat.  Well, at least driving as far as humanly possible.

Seth played copilot while Paige and I got our reading on in the backseat.



We finally pulled into Carlisle the afternoon of Thursday, July 13th.  The boys quickly abandoned us girls in a parking lot to start hunting up their friends while Paige and I sat and sweated.  Isn’t it supposed to be cooler back east?  I guess the joke was on us because it was just as hot, if not hotter, than back home.  

Paige and I strolled toward downtown and scoped out Whistlestop Bookshop on High Street and found this little bit of history.


The next day, while the boys battled Mother Nature and the thunderstorms she unleashed, Paige and I headed to Gettysburg to get pictures of the battlefield for my Dad who is a huge Civil War buff.  





It was hot.  Have I mentioned that before?  It was really freakin’ hawt!  

I cannot imagine the chaos, the bloodshed, the fear that is war.  To walk where you know men have fallen was eerie…and it was hushed.  All this gorgeous scenery that hosted so much death.



Being the nerds we are, we scooped up a couple of books in the gift shop and a t-shirt for Papa.  Then it was time to hit the road again.

On the home front, we’d phone my folks who were dog-sitting their granddog for us.  My Dad said he’d never known a more neurotic animal than our Ziva.  But she found happiness in Gramma’s sewing scraps and settled in to dig her way to dachshund nirvana.


Paige and I headed back to the hotel, gearing up for the main event that was to come.

Stay tuned!

4 comments

  1. What a wonderful thing to be doing while the kids still want to be locked in a car with you all! Such awesome memories. We still remember our big road trips with the kids tucked in the back seat and those inevitable rest breaks!
    It would indeed be eerie to survey that battlefield, I am a big believer in these places holding some of the spirits that fell there. Thank you for sharing such places.

  2. You will always cherish the trips you took with your children–they can never be replicated! Your dog may be neurotic, but she knows where to find comfort and good sniffs. Obviously your Mom is a quilter (a kindred soul). I’m curious about the “cabinet” in which she stores her thread. Would you please tell me about it.

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