Tuesday and Wednesday, November 1 and 2: The above is the last Maryland photo this trip, as I departed Elk Neck State Park.
New York State:
Vermont, after a night in the Green Mountain National Forest:
Then to Wednesday morning knit group, and home. Twenty-one days, 2044 miles. I had a great time with friends, and family, and solo. I’d thought the paddle in Maryland would be my last for the season – but looking at the unseasonably warm weather this week in Vermont, maybe not!
Yes, I have left Maryland, heading for home. The first rose photo was taken when I arrived in Maryland, and was the only one blooming on that bush. I love the color! When I left four days later, the entire plant had burst into bloom!
I got a late start yesterday; there had been ferocious thunderstorms Sunday night, making for interrupted sleep. I didn’t pull out until about 11. Then road construction sent me on an unlabeled detour at Baltimore, and then there was a major accident (three police cars weaving their way through four lanes of stopped traffic! At least three fire trucks, and more police cars.) well east on Route 1. I did make it to my planned camping spot before dark – barely! – and was pleased; I stayed in a free Pennsylvania Delaware State Forest campsite. They do have to be reserved, but this time I was able to do it by phone. The reservation was supposed to show up on my e-mail, but didn’t, but no one came by to check, and I had a dark and level and mostly quiet (an occasional car on the road past) night. And slept exceedingly well!
This was a former CCC site, and there was not much evidence that they’d been here, just this lump of concrete, and what might have been a foundation – but there was too much poison ivy for me to go check it out! I’m itching now, just thinking about it and seeing it in the foreground of that lump of concrete:
There was a small stream just behind the camper – but the photo I took didn’t do it justice. Can you even see that there’s a stream?
I pulled out shortly after 8 this morning, and it’s not far to New York. Or New Jersey, for that matter, but I’m not going that way!
Sunday, December 5: I parked in a Cracker Barrel parking lot last night, as the campgrounds I wanted closed for the season two weeks ago. Grumble. I’m not sure why – it’s hunting season, hunters camp. And they don’t have running water anyway, so the possibility of it freezing is not an excuse. And there’s no snow yet, around there. But it was flat, and quiet, and dark enough. I treated myself to breakfast before I left, and still was on the road at 8:25. My route alternated between secondary highways and pieces of interstates, a good balance between speed (not that I cruise as fast as the speed limit, usually!) and interest.
This sculpture is probably by Anna Radocchia, of Bennington, Vermont. I’ve not seen a lot of her work, but this one I really like – even just leaning against a barn, not displayed to advantage. I bet when the sun hits it right, it casts really interesting shadows.
Tomorrow I’ll try to do a summary of the trip; the cat is demanding attention!
Monday, September 20: Today was spent driving, taking mostly the scenic route back to Vermont from Maryland. I started later then I would have liked, but that meant I didn’t leave until after rush hour. Even though I didn’t hit anyone’s rush hour, it’s still construction season, and there were waits for one way roads in a few places. But I was not in a hurry! The above photo was taken at the Pennsylvania Welcome Center. Even though I drove up along the Deleware River, there was nothing along the way that really caught my eye – so this was the only photo I kept from the day.
On my drive home from Baltimore, I took back roads up through Pennsylvania on my way to Albany, NY. It was lunchtime when I reached Coatesville, and I was looking around for a place to stop and eat my sandwich, when I spotted this little train. It turned out to be part of the Lukens plant, which houses this museum, which won’t be open until April:The plant offices are in the same building. Across the street was Graystone Mansion:
Crossing the street again, up an avenue of large sycamores, was a more delicate house, which had been owned by one of the daughters. Wandering around in back of the house and office complex, there is a memorial to the first responders and victims of the 9/11 World Trade Center attack. Lukens had made the “trees” that were the strong base of the towers. The ones that survived were distributed to be memorials around the country; one of them, fittingly, returned to its place of origin. There was also the bulb from a submarine that had housed sonar – sculptural in its own right. I spent much longer than I had planned – in spite of the bitter wind. It would have been longer, if the museum had been open, or either of the houses which are apparently open for tours during the season. But back on the road, headed north –