As much as I enjoyed the wide open spaces and sparsely covered mesas of the southwestern United States, there was something warm and comforting about driving through the fall-coloured forested hills of Pennsylvania. When I got up this morning in Bradford, PA there was a slight fog over the highest parts of the mountains.
It’s funny how some of the states don’t acknowledge your arrival or departure and others make a big splash to make you feel welcome. I had no idea when I crossed into Oklahoma nor was I aware upon leaving it except for the big blue archway across the whole highway as I entered Missouri welcoming me. Today, I had no idea when I crossed from Pennsylvania into New York State. It was a fairly short trip; just a 3-hour drive to Dundas and not much in the way of traffic. I had a really strong urge since last night some time to greet the Canadian Customs official with a “Hi honey, I’m home!” but he was very young and obviously took his job seriously, so I kept a grip on myself and just answered his questions. I’d love to show you pictures of the Pennsylvania hillsides but alas, I don’t take pictures while driving.
Off to dinner with Dad, David, & Kate. A few days of rest, and then I’ll be heading home to Ottawa.