Butler and Mercer county, where my parents are "snowbirds" and my girlfriend's family still lives year round, I looked for bikes. Only one Burgie sighting the entire time there. Other bikes seemed scarce, probably due to the rain and the promise of cold weather - the temperature was in the low 60's and high 50's while I was there; typical for the time of year. Most but the most serious motorcyclists had put away their rides for another year and the promise of spring.
In another week or two and the leaves would be in full glorious color and as I drove down some of the twisty roads that make up this part of Pennsylvania all I could think was how much I wished I brought the bike. There is always next year of course.
McConnells Mill State Park brought back memories of college and what first sparked my interest in hiking and other "outdoor activities."
At times I do miss home and all the memories and friends that I had there. Florida, despite it's own natural beauty and interesting people is just a different place. In some ways my home here in West Central Florida is home but my heart belongs somewhere else. Sometimes I think it belongs in Charlotte, NC. Other times in Charleston, SC. Two very different cities where I have fond and loving memories. You never know where the road takes you, and the heart has it's own GPS.
|It just calls to you don't it.|
|Natural springs outside of Slippery Rock, PA|
|The New River Gorge Bridge in W Va|