It Was a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

It's been crazy for a while.  I'm not referring to the world, although that's a valid statement for that.  But here at the Caer.  Frantic final preparations for the Whetsell-Felton Reunion (our 94th), arrival of company, travel over to Preston County, WV, for aforementioned reunion, then on to Michigan for the week after.  Then reverse direction back to the Caer, put company on train back to NC, and me with a two-page "to do" list for the following week.  Some of which is stalled because stupid, cheaply made replacement parts.  Razzafratz. 

We did Summer for a little bit in August.  The type of Summer where the humidity goes up a wee bit.  Up enough that I kept the house closed up for at least 3 days straight.   Usually, I open up at night because I hate sleeping with the windows closed, but it was like a steam bath and I could tell there wasn't going to be much in the way of sleeping if I didn't use the AC.  Yeah, I know I grew up without AC.  I grew up without a pillow-top mattress, too, but I've grown real fond of mine.  Sue me.

Friday a week before company arrived was spent in yard work.  That Saturday dawned as something like The Perfect Summer Day.  Mid-80s and dry.  And I hadn't been hiking for a couple weeks.  Because heat stroke.  So I ran out the door and headed for the Michaux State Forest area of Pennsylvania to do the Sunset Rocks - Tom's Run loop.  Not real long - 5 miles.  But I wanted to mess around Camp Michaux, too, which added a bit.

And yes, yes it was a lovely day for a hike.  First discovery - the AT has been re-routed since the map I was using was made.  Which brought me out maybe a half mile up from the Camp Michaux site. 

Camp Michaux was originally a Civilian Conservation Corps camp, then an interrogation camp for POWs during WWII, then a church camp.  I passed through there while hiking about 30 years ago when it had only been abandoned about a decade.  At that time, it was rather eerie - building pads, open streets under which you could hear water running through the camp drainage system.  It has grown up considerably since, but a numbered self-tour is available.

Having walked down the road to the site, of course I had to hike back up to the AT. But at least that part of the loop is flat and pretty and just rolls along through the woods.

And along the way you get to a sign that marks the mid-point of the Appalachian Trail.  With a mailbox containing a trail log book.  A bit of a surprise out in the middle of nowhere.

Shortly after the Tom's Run shelter area the turn to head up to Sunset Rocks appears. And at some point I began to realize that I should have put that last climb at the front of the hike.   Because STEEP!  Note the blazes on the trees, which gives a bit of an idea of the slope.

 And it is a rock scramble across the ridge, which, having realized that a) I was on the trail alone and b) my knees were not completely reliable by that time, I took very slowly.  Particularly slowly at one spot where I had to contemplate the options for a couple minutes before I figured out how to get down.  Fortunately the rocks are a very course sandstone and provided a good gripping surface.

And there's pretty on top.

Then a very steep drop back down to the parking area and a great deal of relief in getting the hiking boots off.

I came back with a souvenir, picked up off the AT, which follows an old wagon road and passes Pine Grove Furnace State Park, the site of a historic industrial area built in the 1760s.  By the time I got off the trail it was too late to take it to the office, but it goes back with me in October when the local artifact historian can take a look at it during Fall Furnace Fest.

And I had a chuckle on the way home.  Heading south through MD I passed a 160 acre solar farm.  160 acres cleared of vegetation to create a non-permeable surface in a state that until recently was mocked for its "rain tax" that imposed a fee on impermeable surfaces.   Maybe if they put in enough of those the runoff will bring the rivers back up so I can get some more kayaking in before the season is over.

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Long days, that is.  Back whenever.  At least I can't complain of boredom.

Busy, Busy

A visit from my daughter over the weekend so we could take a trip to the Udvar-Hazy Center, a.k.a the Air and Space Annex.  Such an awesome space - it tickles me to look out and see large planes look small:

And Discovery, of course, and Enola Gay and the SR-71 Blackbird. And all the barn-burners and crop dusters and military planes.  And, of course, the helicopters and gyrocopters.  I look at the one that was advertised as a kit that teens could build and fly and think "Yeah, as a parent that is already terrified of my kid driving a car I'm gonna want him flying around in that, too.  In a thing you have to have steel soled shoes to brake with."

And then "Lincoln".  Yeah, I know.  Spielberg is an idiot, but if I skipped every movie and play involving idiots I'd never see anything.  And this is a fine, fine movie, focusing around Lincoln's drive to get the 13th Amendment passed in the House.  And Day-Lewis is extraordinary.  Some people are fussing about the high voice - but that is how he sounded, a tenor with a mid-western twang.

I've finally decided something has to be done about the downstairs carpet.  Three cats and one of them has a pee problem and no matter what I've soaked the carpet with the downstairs was beginning to smell like one of THOSE people's houses and I can't stand it.  Trouble has been, beyond expense, that there was no sense in putting down new carpet, even stain resistant, if the problem is going to reoccur.  Finally, someone mentioned the idea of laying down vinyl that looks like hardwood and using inexpensive rugs that can be hauled out and scrubbed.  Ah! So last night I pulled up the worst area to check and see if I'll have to have sub-flooring replaced.  Nope, sub-flooring is fine, but just hauling that section of carpet and padding out of the house has much improved the smell.

Gotta go get boxes and start hauling books into the laundry room so furniture can be moved.  And maybe ponder why I always decide to do major home stuff just before Christmas.

Otherwise Engaged...

So suddenly I have an unexpected project that I need to finish by Saturday night.  The best I may be able to do for a few days will snarky cartoons.

h/t townhall.com

Yaawwwnnn...

I've been around, but when not working busy with other stuff.  A good friend's mother died unexpectedly last Thursday, and my friend and her hubby, saturated with all the stuff the aftermath of such things requires, stopped by last night.  They just needed someone other than family to talk to for a while.  So we talked about whatever they wanted to talk about and killed rather more than a bottle of wine and they left just before midnight. 

Seemed I had just crawled into bed when my cats were all climbing all over me and demanding breakfast.  It was getting light so I staggered down and filled the bowls.  At which point my head had cleared enough to realize that the light wasn't coming from the east.  Moonlight.  Flippin' moonlight from the mostly full moon.  It was 4 am.

I am SO too old for this...