We left yesterday morning moving west, headed for Pennsylvania. As we passed through Ivoryton and then Essex, we were stopped by their steam train which runs everyday, rain or shine. A fun excursion one can plan just for the ride or for weddings, dinner parties, wine tasting or an exclusive destination on their 17 mile route.
We also went to the Essex Laundromat, pretty unexciting except I’ve never seen such a friendly mat. The owners don’t toss lost clothing. A visitor has plenty of time to return and find a missing sock or shirt. And, you are welcome to take those that have not been claimed. 
Furthermore, they recycle, have a comfortable couch, tables and chairs for playing cards or games to while away your time, and scads of free books and magazines in a very clean atmosphere. Commendable.
On the road again, we traveled two stretches on the interstate, which is unusual for us. We crossed the Hudson River with a glimpse of the beautiful old mansions on the banks.
A patch of blooming purple lupine decorates the Highway in New York out of Albany. It surprises me how much rural green area we see in New York State. (We moved to an old highway and off the busy interstate.)
We passed through neat small towns in the Delaware Valley and I snapped a picture of a nicely decorated house. I admire the “gingerbread” on other people’s houses, but wouldn’t want to have to paint it.
This town was reinventing itself. While big industrial businesses were closed, we saw a tourist revival with sidewalk cafes and small cottage industries in the valley. Several painted critters I took to be beaver stood by the main street store fronts, but I’ve already forgotten the name of the town.
We stopped for gas at Turkey Bay where the price was $3.40 cents. In Connecticut we were paying $4.09. This sign is at $3.59 in Pennsylvania. Cigarettes advertised at state price minimums, which was listed at $5.18 a pack. Remember Massachusetts with nearly $9.00 a pack?
We pulled in at our destination of Scottrun, Pennsylvania in an Outdoor World Campground on a small lake.
We stopped by 3:00 p.m. knowing this will be the pattern as we have people to meet in Michigan, and then we push West for Washington, State, then South to California. I’m having difficulty walking and doing stairs again, moving very slowly. I’ll be locating a masseuse hopefully by Friday where we’ll have a two-day stop. We sat through the evening reading outside, enjoying the cooler weather.
Que Sera, Sera... Whatever Will Be, Will Be... 