|Pennsylvania rock garden.|
Pennsylvania, let’s be honest. I haven’t given you a fair shake. My impression of your burly mid-atlantic hollows has been tempered with long car rides on Interstate 81. Usually by the time I get to your border the luster on a long road trip headed south has worn off. I am bored and just cranking out miles. It’s usually about this time that I pass through the Wilkes-Barre area. Just the name evokes images of broad valleys, hills cut in half by strip mining, a massive car junkyard and perpetual construction. Not to mention the “ker-clunk-ker-clunk” of the endless evenly spaced concrete with only deer corpses and semi-trucks to keep you company.
Needless to say these are not positive associations.