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I spent the weekend in Confluence, Pennsylvania. Erin, Jerry and I drove out to the mountains with two kayaks on the roof of the car. We met up with a family reunion of good friends. We camped out in the backyard of their B and B, and came in for food and conversation. It was wonderful except for the trains which passed by every hour on tracks that were 20 feet from the front door. In the wee hours of the morning, you could hear the train coming, a tiny muffled growl that grew with incredible intensity until you held your breath thinking that the engine was about to blast through the tent. And if that didn’t get you sitting bolt upright, the horn blowing as it approached the intersection would. It was a loud and memorable part of the experience.
There were nineteen people in the reunion, we added three more. We ate like kings and lived like vagabonds. Some people kayaked and some played and some went to see Frank’s Lloyd Wright’s Falling Waters, which is probably the architect’s most memorable work, a 1930s modern looking h
ouse that was build right over a waterfall. Surely you’ve seen pictures?
Confluence is a town situated where three rivers collide. It has a few stores, a couple of restaurants, beautiful scenery and one well traveled railroad!
I took a little walk one morning while everyone else was still sleeping. The mountains were amazing in the morning mist. In some places all I could see were dark shadowy bushes and trees growing out of a cloud high above. The day lilies were still closed tight and it was sooooo quiet.
It was hard to leave that and go back to the traffic and noise of metropolitan Washington DC. But for the rest of my party, Monday is a workday. So here I am, back in their town house.
I took part of today to see DC and check out our nation’s capital. Finding my way to Pentagon City and then on the metro to the the Smithsonians was a challenge in itself, with the little experience I've had on my own in such situations. Picture me trying not too look too confused and vulnerable while trying to navigate the system, the cost of a metro ticket, and the blue, orange, yellow and green metro lines, getting off at one stop, seeing a few memorials and finding my way back to another metro stop and eventually finding my car and the correct interstate to the correct exit and back home. Whew! Made it.
There were nineteen people in the reunion, we added three more. We ate like kings and lived like vagabonds. Some people kayaked and some played and some went to see Frank’s Lloyd Wright’s Falling Waters, which is probably the architect’s most memorable work, a 1930s modern looking h
ouse that was build right over a waterfall. Surely you’ve seen pictures?Confluence is a town situated where three rivers collide. It has a few stores, a couple of restaurants, beautiful scenery and one well traveled railroad!
I took a little walk one morning while everyone else was still sleeping. The mountains were amazing in the morning mist. In some places all I could see were dark shadowy bushes and trees growing out of a cloud high above. The day lilies were still closed tight and it was sooooo quiet.
It was hard to leave that and go back to the traffic and noise of metropolitan Washington DC. But for the rest of my party, Monday is a workday. So here I am, back in their town house.
I took part of today to see DC and check out our nation’s capital. Finding my way to Pentagon City and then on the metro to the the Smithsonians was a challenge in itself, with the little experience I've had on my own in such situations. Picture me trying not too look too confused and vulnerable while trying to navigate the system, the cost of a metro ticket, and the blue, orange, yellow and green metro lines, getting off at one stop, seeing a few memorials and finding my way back to another metro stop and eventually finding my car and the correct interstate to the correct exit and back home. Whew! Made it.
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