Looking for a decent diner for breakfast and we find it: Dean's Diner just outside of Blairsville, PA. Randy was happy because they had homemade pie. We knew that because their sign proudly said so. There was even an arrow to show us how to find them.
After beakfast, we roll east on 22 through Pennsylvania hill country firewood stacked mountain-high sheltered under blue tarps weighted down with old tractor tires, satellite dishes out front of the farm houses prettied up with a ring of geraniums or impatiens, feed sales and tillers, seeders and irrigation sprinklers, crumbling remnants of a Lutheran Church and the cows wallow in shallow mud holes under the only tree in the field. Houses in the valley towns are tiered in layers separated by narrow streets and lean forward impossibly holding on to their foundations.
Neil Young's On The Beach and his countrified American Stars and Bars carries us to our next campsite, Dingman, PA on the Delaware River. We are just across the way from New Jersey, and soon New York City. Today was merely a travel day; no game tonight.
Like most of the country, it is hot and getting hotter.
Favorite town names:
- Nanty Glo, PA
- Geeseyville, PA
Favorite signs:
- Worship in Charles Park: Bring Your Own Lawn Chair
- Gun Raffle Tonight
- Bean Soup Encampment
"Lost Creek, 9 miles. If we find it, do I get a prize?"
Next: New York City...the Mets and the Yankees.
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