Some Mountains Don't Need To Be Climbed
Along the 22 On A Snowy Day Ride Home From Thanksgiving My brother and his family extended an invitation to my dad and I to come out to Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving and the weekend thereafter. It has been a fairly consistent tradition going back over 25 and some years with some years missed for various reasons. I really look forward to it. I even like the distance required to traverse. It helps make the trip feel like a trek of sorts requiring fortitude. Like ancient mariners or pioneers going out West in search of land and fortune. "Over the bridge and through the woods to grandmother's house we go" type of stuff. The last couple of times we have gone out, my dad and I have paired up and driven out and back together. My dad has a flexible schedule and I have that following Monday off because is is the first day of deer hunting season in Pennsylvania. And since I work at a rural/suburban school, having that day is pretty much a must. Otherwise, we have a lot of s...