Chase Encounters of the Third Kind
On Friday evening before dusk, I went for a drive up in the mountains. I was camping with a fam and they had to run some errands, including getting some Hershey Bars for smores down in the closest town of Jersey Shore, Pennsylvania. About an hour round trip from the campground. Why it is called Jersey Shore is puzzling. Maybe I will check into it if the question continues to pester me. Maybe not, and just savor the mystery! I went in the opposite direction, towards a town that was on the other end of the state park. I was feeling very nostalgic as the rurality reminded me of living in West Virginia from 1967 to 1970. So many hills and rivers and roads through them. My backyard in West Virginia had a deep ravine. I love the mountains. It is in my blood. Couldn't live where I was, though. Far too isolated from other things I like such as ethnic food and culture, etc. I am a suburban person in the end. My little patch of grass. Close to the river, work, conveniences, and Lanca