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How I Almost Died on my Summer Vacation
Friday, May 07, 2004I used that as a line for an email to one of my friends yesterday, and rather liked it. Especially since it's slightly true. Tuesday, my parents and I left the house at the most evil hour of 5:30 am, and drove across PA. We hit Reading, where there's an airplane museum, and, after much fussing, getting lost and not having fun, we found Steamtown in Scranton, where we toured the yard. We didn't go into the museum, because it was an hour off of closing. (I thought we should go in...we've never spent more than an hour inside a museum as a group...but...) I enjoyed looking at the trains...some of them were shiny and restored, some old wooden planked cars and cabooses with peeling paint and missing peices. I took too many pictures...and realized that I loved wooden cars much less after my father told me that, when wooden cars were in their heyday, more people died from flying splinters in a train wreck than from the wreck itself. Then we went on into the Poconoes. We found a very inexpensive resort hotel on a lake, called Ehrhardt's. We were one of two guests, I think, though the restauraunt was hopping. I loved the lake...I am a water person to the core (no, I'm not a pices. :-) ) The highpoint of my trip was walking down the boat slip, way out into the water, and seeing how it churned black and mysterious against the docks. I also watched the sun set over the water, and spent most of the night at the window, peeking out, amazed at how the water changed constantly. In the morning it was smooth as glass, and pale as snow, at night it was silvered and choppy under the moon. The second day would have been nice, had the brakes not gone out in the car, about 10:30 in the morning. We ended up spending the day at Troy, until 4, waiting for the car to get fixed. For it to really get fixed, we'd have to wait over night for the part, but the mechanics thought we could make it home with what they did. I wandered around Troy quite a bit. Some pretty houses, in that town, and fans of Sara Douglass' Troy Game might apprieiate that,when I walked King street, I kept wondering where the Kingman bands were.... At 4 we left, and went home quite swifty, mosly without incident, except for a deer who attempted to make itself into venison cutlets on the turnpike. My father slammed on the brakes and the deer fled back where it came. When we took the car up to the local mechanic, we found out that the thing that stabilizes the back wheel was broken...and that the back tired can be pushed back and forth, side to side, and it wobbles like mad when you drive it. It doesn't sound bad, now, but when you lightly push a tire and see it contort in direction's it's not suppossed to, you tend to get a little freaky. I am now on vacation from my vacation. _______________ My take on Friends being over: If Friends had been a book, I would have skipped to the ending to find out what was going to happen a couple of seasons ago. I taped last night's finale so I could watch CSI, and clipped off the bit where they're standing in their apartment at the end, all packed. I hope I didn't miss anything. But then, that was the first eppie I wanted in a ery long time. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 11:09 AM 0 comments |