Up and Over the Appalachian Mountains
July 20, 2007
Waited for the sun to come up over the mountain, but the clouds rushing by overtook the sun. We packed up and headed southwest. The bright red flowers caught our eye. The road SR3001 is gravel. We are glad it is damp so that the dust doesn’t kick up. We drove through Cedar Run;. The General store was closed; seven years ago when we were here we went in for an ice-cream. The Inn looked full and people were enjoying breakfast on the glass enclosed porch. There is a bike trail on the old railroad bed that runs through the little town.
We climbed to 2400 feet going through the Appalachian Mountains. We drove the back roads of PA, windy, narrow and lots less traffic than the main roads. We saw a few deer along the roadsides. There are lots of neat little burgs, town and villages along the way. At Prince Gallitzin State Park we stopped and drove around; we got out and walked down to the water, but was smelly and looked like raw sewage had been dumped into it. We left.
At Saltsburg we stopped down by the water and read, had some dinner and read some more. We had rolled the awing out to dry it off in the sun. The sun was setting behind the hill when we packed up and headed for Jayne’s.
Waited for the sun to come up over the mountain, but the clouds rushing by overtook the sun. We packed up and headed southwest. The bright red flowers caught our eye. The road SR3001 is gravel. We are glad it is damp so that the dust doesn’t kick up. We drove through Cedar Run;. The General store was closed; seven years ago when we were here we went in for an ice-cream. The Inn looked full and people were enjoying breakfast on the glass enclosed porch. There is a bike trail on the old railroad bed that runs through the little town.We climbed to 2400 feet going through the Appalachian Mountains. We drove the back roads of PA, windy, narrow and lots less traffic than the main roads. We saw a few deer along the roadsides. There are lots of neat little burgs, town and villages along the way. At Prince Gallitzin State Park we stopped and drove around; we got out and walked down to the water, but was smelly and looked like raw sewage had been dumped into it. We left.
At Saltsburg we stopped down by the water and read, had some dinner and read some more. We had rolled the awing out to dry it off in the sun. The sun was setting behind the hill when we packed up and headed for Jayne’s.
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