Summer? When was that? It’s been a busy summer around my house. Not a terrible summer with no fun at all. No, we have had out share of fun. It’s just been too busy for words. Literally I haven’t had much time to write. Not only that, but I haven’t felt much like writing. I haven’t been able to get that quietness in the brain which I find necessary for writing. It’ll come back soon enough. Sort of like that stray cat you feed. It leaves for a month or so hoping to get tastier food or mice in another yard and you miss it. Once it comes back it’s kind of nice. (that comparison was for my parents, who seem to have an endless line of strays wander through their yard most likely befriended by their own cat Shadow.) So I have stretched my brain today and decided to do a wee bit of writing.
Its been a summer of little vacation time. Since we are going to Florida in the fall though, that was acceptable. I did manage to take the kids on some day trips, and get away for a weekend without them. (They are enjoying the beach for a week. Lovely)
Since we haven’t really done any travelling since March, my boyfriend started his usual muttering about needing to get away. We share the same love of travel but I have less time. So we decided on a quick weekend to Northern Pennsylvania. Some friends of ours had told us about a wonderful place up north with a big gorge and beautiful scenery, so we decided to check it out for ourselves.
After 5 and a half hours of driving, we got to the cleanest town I have ever been to. It was like a set out of a show from the 60’s or actually reminded me a little of ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ without the snow, because of the wide main street. It was littered with bed and breakfasts in quaint old houses, little shops and a really amazing diner with the best hamburger I have had in a long time.
We did a bike ‘n’ hike. We biked a few miles, then hiked about a mile (no that’s not much) up a huge hill..maybe it was considered a mountain, it certainly seemed like it to me. It gave us an amazing view of the valley and an understanding of why it was called the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon.
After resting for a while, and regaining the feeling in my legs, we started back down the slope. I think gravity had quite an effect on us. We felt quite proud of ourselves for climbing this enormous rocky mound. We did our best to ignore the kids scampering up the paths like little mountain goats. At the bottom, after realizing I had lost my feet somewhere along the way, we hopped back on our bikes, went back down the trail and were in bed that night by 8 o’clock.
The next day was another drive home. Even though the weekend was physically exerting, sweat inducing and dirty, it left us invigorated and relaxed. I think I can feel like at least we did something for the summer. Although it is not ended, and I still plan on going to the beach at least one more time, before September 21st, I am ready for school. Are the kids??