Last week at this time, I was still in Lancaster, PA, enjoying the Amish country while I finished out the first round of hand therapy. Seeing buggies and horses never got old. After a lovely two weeks or so, it was time to move on, heading to Cape Cod and a housesitting/hanging with friends summer. My first stop, at the KOA in the Poconos, had a sign that boded well for future travels 🙂 I landed Monday in the Hudson Valley, which felt a bit like coming home after 30 years away. So many new things, like the brilliant rails-to-trails…
Driving the Back Roads
I like the back roads, the blue highways, that lead from one place to the next by often the most indirect routing possible. I get to see things I’d miss on the interstates, bits and pieces of America. Reminders of old railroad lines… old cars looking for new life… … or an old blacksmith’s forge turned into a museum piece, awaiting the next visitor. Sometimes a sign makes me turn off from a two-lane road to an even smaller one, where the lure of the unknown is stronger than the fear I’ll find a dead-end with no room to turn…
Sunday Serenity: Tree House
I sit beneath a canopy of green trees, in a campground outside Lancaster, Pennsylvania. It’s my last day here, and for a week I have savored the experience of living beneath these trees. It’s been my private little tree house, and it’s restored my soul after a rough couple of months. This one, directly in front of my chair, has been my faithful companion. I watch as the morning sun lights up the leaves, branch by branch. I notice the little chipmunks scurrying up and down its trunk; whether they are playing or fighting, I cannot tell. I move on…
Weekly Update: Jul 12, 2017
I’m still hanging out in Lancaster while fitting in a few weeks of hand therapy. The good news is the doctor is pleased with the healing so far and doesn’t see any permanent damage. The bad news is the hand doesn’t work very well yet. I am learning patience and persistence. And lots of OT exercises. All day, every day. So if you see someone flexing their hand and staring off into space as they walk by you, they may not be nuts. They may just be in the middle of hand therapy. I can’t complain about my surroundings, though,…
Lancaster
If you’re looking for a place to hide out for a few weeks while seeing doctors and physical therapists, I have to admit you could do way worse than Lancaster, Pennsylvania. It’s a quiet place at first glance, and if you stick to the highways, you might not give it a second glance on your way to Philly or Pittsburgh or somewhere else. This post may convince you to stop over and stay a while. The city itself is a mix of old and new, with architecture and eccentricity creating visual delights like this section of a downtown street. There’s…




