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  • Day 22 – September 26

    Day 22 – September 26

    Day 22 - September 26

    We may not have any more major sights to see, but yesterday produced plenty of photo opportunities. The Ohiopyle area, located in the Laurel Highlands of southwestern Pennsylvania, is one of the most scenic areas we have seen on our trip.

    Within a five-mile area, we saw Ohiopyle Falls and its rapids, Cucumber Falls, and Frank Lloyd Wright’s iconic Fallingwater—the famous house built over a waterfall.

    But we found even more great places to see and photograph—a field full of pumpkins, another covered bridge that we actually drove through, and a historic church.

    The first beautiful place we saw was Ohiopyle State Park. It was early enough in the morning that the temperature was still chilly, around 48 degrees, adding to the experience of walking along the banks of the Youghiogheny River and hearing the soothing sounds of the rapids just a few feet from where I stood.
    We left Ohiopyle and drove just a short distance to Fallingwater—Frank Lloyd Wright’s famous home. What an incredible place—beautiful, enchanting, and mesmerizing. It was the most beautiful setting for a home I have ever seen.
    Then we drove a few miles to Cucumber Falls. It was inaccessible for Gayle, but just a short walk for me—although it turned into a little exercise with those steep stairs! 

    The falls itself wasn’t that impressive, but once again, the setting created a beautiful scene and made the climb back up those steep stairs to the parking lot worth it.
    After viewing Cucumber Falls, it was time to start traveling toward West Virginia. We were headed to Grafton, where Gayle’s grandparents once lived, when we came upon something I had been wanting to see—a field full of pumpkins. It was the first time I had ever seen one. See pics below.
    Yes, I know. I’m 72 years old and had never seen a pumpkin field until yesterday. But, good grief, Charlie Brown, I’ve seen—and eaten—a lot of good pumpkin pies in my lifetime.

    We arrived in Grafton, West Virginia, and drove down Main Street. With a population of only a little over 4,000 people, Grafton is a small town with a significant place in American history. Why? It is recognized as the birthplace of Mother’s Day.

    The first observance of what became modern Mother’s Day was held on May 10, 1908, at Andrews Methodist Episcopal Church in Grafton. See pics below.
    After visiting the site where Gayle’s grandparents once lived—the house has since been torn down—we headed south toward our destination for the night: Weston, West Virginia.

    On the way to Weston, we came upon the small town of Philippi, West Virginia, and another unexpected piece of history—the Philippi Covered Bridge.

    Built in 1852, it is West Virginia’s oldest surviving covered bridge and one of the few remaining double-barreled, or two-lane, covered bridges in the United States. Even more unusual, we got to drive through it! See pics below.
    The bridge spans the Tygart Valley River and also has a connection to the Civil War. The Battle of Philippi was fought nearby on June 3, 1861, and is widely regarded as the first organized land battle of the Civil War. Union troops later used the bridge as a barracks.

    What started as a day of waterfalls and Fallingwater turned into much more—rapids, a pumpkin field, family history, the birthplace of Mother’s Day, a historic covered bridge, and another unexpected glimpse into American history.

    Below are more pics from yesterday’s travels.
    Our location last night.

    Until next time…we’re traveling on.

  • Day 21 – September 25

    Day 21 – September 25

    Day 21 - September 25

    On September 11, 2001, at 10:03 a.m., United Flight 93 nosedived into a field near a reclaimed strip mine in Stonycreek Township, near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, about 65 miles southeast of Pittsburgh.

    Yesterday, we stood at the very location where Flight 93 crashed.

    The crowd was small, the temperature was about 60 degrees, and the sun was shining. For Gayle and me, it was a significant moment—it was the third and final 9/11 crash site we have visited within the last two weeks.
    Our visits to all three crash sites aren’t something we consider an achievement. They were our way of showing respect to our fellow Americans who perished through no fault of their own at the hands of individuals who had no respect for human life.

    See the pictures below for views of the Flight 93 National Memorial.
    Just before reaching the entrance to the Flight 93 National Memorial, we came upon the Post-9/11 U.S. Armed Forces Memorial Park.

    According to a sign at the memorial, 7,091 U.S. service members have died in the line of duty since September 11, 2001. To represent those lives lost, 7,091 small American flags have been planted in the ground, creating a sea of red, white, and blue.

    It was a spectacular sight—and a sobering one when you realized what each of those flags represented.

    See the photos below of the Post-9/11 U.S. Armed Forces Memorial Park.
    Our third experience of the day was quite different. We visited an Amish store, Cornerstone Pantry, not too far from the Flight 93 National Memorial in Friedens, Pennsylvania.

    Cornerstone Pantry was the real thing. It wasn’t set up as a tourist attraction—it was a genuine Amish country store serving people in the surrounding community.
    Below are some additional photos from our travels yesterday.
    Until next time…we’re traveling on.
  • Day 20

    Day 20

    Day 20 - September 24 

    Yesterday, there were no parking lots to find, no traffic to deal with, and no crowds to work through. Yet, we have plenty to share with you. Taking the road less traveled presented us with some wonderful photo opportunities.

    As we left the quiet town of Warren, Pennsylvania, we enjoyed the cool morning and a great breakfast at a locally owned restaurant—the Peppermill Restaurant. We also had dinner there the night before.

    Our first stop, just outside Warren, was Chapman State Park. We saw a sign indicating the park was only a few miles away, so we took an unplanned excursion a little out of our way. It was worth the time.

    We were pleasantly surprised by the small, well-maintained park and its picturesque view of a beautiful lake nestled among the surrounding woods. The grounds were as well maintained as any golf course I have ever played on.

    The lake had an overflow wall that allowed water to cascade into a stream below. The waterfall drew your attention to an entrancing view of the lake beyond it. The waterfall and lake weren’t grand, spectacular, or mesmerizing—they were simply beautiful.
    We left Chapman State Park with a parting gift from Mother Nature—a deer jumped across the road in front of us, giving us just enough time to smile but not enough time to take a picture.

    Our journey continued through the Allegheny National Forest. It was a fun drive with all the twists and turns of the road as we traveled through the forest.
    After about thirty minutes, we drove out of the forest and continued toward our next destination—Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. Yes, I had to cut and paste Punxsutawney. I couldn’t spell it.

    We saw Punxsutawney Phil, and I walked the public square where Groundhog Day is celebrated. Next to the square is a library where Punxsutawney Phil lives in an area called Phil’s Burrow.
    After eating at McDonald’s in downtown Punxsutawney, we continued our trip to Pittsburgh, where we spent the night.

    Today, we plan to visit the Flight 93 National Memorial, where Flight 93 crashed into the Pennsylvania countryside on September 11, 2001.

    Below are more photos from yesterday’s travels as we made our way from Warren to Pittsburgh.

    Until next time…we’re traveling on.

    Our location last night

  • Day 19 – September 23

    Day 19 – September 23

    Day 19 - September 23 

    In 1916, Robert Frost wrote a poem that included the words, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”

    And then there was Jerry Seinfeld’s cynical take: “Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.”

    For us, we love taking the backroads of America and seeing things most vacationers don’t see. For example, we would have never seen the largest telephone in the world if we hadn’t taken a road less traveled through the small town of Woodstock, New Hampshire.
    Taking the backroads, driving through the rural countryside, and passing through the small towns of America make all the difference in the world for us—turning a vacation into an adventure.

    Our stop at Niagara Falls was the last major event of our adventure. However, the next thousand miles on the way back home will offer plenty of photo opportunities as we travel the unbeaten path home.

    Below are some pictures of sights we saw yesterday on our way to Warren, Pennsylvania. We are in Warren because it sits at the edge of our next adventure—driving through the Allegheny National Forest.

    Until next time…we’re traveling on the roads less taken.

    On the shores of Lake Erie

    We saw acres and acres and acres of vineyards not far from the shore of Lake Erie

    Sights around Warren Pa

    Other sights

    Our location last night – Warren, PA

  • Day 18 – September 22

    Day 18 – September 22

    Day 18 - September 22 

    I never thought I would quote Charles Dickens, but it works for me because yesterday was the best of times, it was the worst of times—at Niagara Falls.

    Why?

    We boarded the James V. Glynn around 9:50 a.m. It is one of two all-electric, zero-emission sightseeing vessels operated by Maid of the Mist at Niagara Falls. It is named after the company’s longtime chairman and CEO, who purchased the business in 1971 and passed away in 2025.
    The captain pulled the James V. Glynn away from the boarding dock and took us past the American Falls, where we got our first exposure to the heavy mist on our way to Horseshoe Falls.
    A couple of minutes later, the captain positioned the James V. Glynn less than 100 yards from the 167-foot curtain of falling water. We were at the closest point accessible by boat, sailing directly into the basin at the base of Horseshoe Falls.

    We were surrounded on three sides by falling water and enveloped in a massive wall of mist. The captain kept us there for several minutes.

    It was exciting!

    We were so close that the intense roar of the water drowned out conversation, and we were drenched by the heavy mist from the falls. Fortunately, our ponchos kept us “mostly” dry.
    The water in the basin was turbulent, causing the boat to rock back and forth. The roar of the falls, the heavy mist, and the turbulent white water, in my opinion, made it better than any ride at Disney—sorry, Disney fans.

    Why?

    Because it was exciting, drenching, and real!

    It was the best of times—at Niagara Falls!

    Then we crossed over to the Canadian side to view the falls from above, but Mother Nature created an almost impossible situation when we tried to get close to where the water goes over the edge of Horseshoe Falls.

    Why?

    It was a cool, windy day. Add that to the wind and mist created by the falls, and the area where we wanted to be was like standing in a tropical storm—strong winds and horizontal rain produced by the mist from the falls.
    We were drenched!

    Our ponchos did very little to keep us dry. Because of that, we decided to retreat to our Bronco Sport.

    After only thirty minutes of fighting the elements—we got wetter there than we did on the Maid of the Mist—I paid the $40 parking fee. Yes, $40!

    For basically nothing.

    It was the worst of times—at Niagara Falls.

    But in hindsight, it was actually fun battling the tropical-storm-like conditions at the top of Horseshoe Falls. I love severe weather, and the experience of battling those elements at the edge of one of the most powerful waterfalls in the world is something I will never forget.

    We have experienced so many great sights on this trip—including Niagara Falls. But the Maid of the Mist ride, combined with battling the intense conditions at the top of Horseshoe Falls, made this stop the most fun we’ve had.

    The best of times. The worst of times.

    And one heck of a time!

    Until next time…we’re dry and traveling on.

    More photos
  • Day 17 – September 21

    Day 17 – September 21

    Day 17 — September 21

    Yesterday was mostly a driving day as we headed toward our next destination, about seven hours away—Niagara Falls.

    Before we got on the road, we found a charming little diner that took us back to the 1950s. We both ordered a short stack of pancakes and enjoyed the nostalgia of the place. See pics below.
    After breakfast, we explored the Lake George Village area. It offered a great view of Lake George and gave us some interesting things to photograph. See pics below.
    After driving around the village, we pulled over and parked with a relaxing view of Lake George in front of us.

    We were waiting for the road to Prospect Mountain to open. It opened at 10 a.m., and we had about a 45-minute wait.

    Prospect Mountain rises above Lake George to a height of 2,030 feet, and we had heard the view from the top was beautiful.

    The road to the top of Prospect Mountain is called Veterans Memorial Highway. There is a $10-per-vehicle entry fee, but we got in free. Why? Because Monday through Friday, senior citizens age 62 and older and veterans—active duty and retired military—are given free entry.

    Since I checked two boxes—senior citizen and retired military—I thought maybe they would give me $10.

    The gate attendant didn’t see it that way.

    Oh well, it didn’t hurt to try.

    Below are some pics from the top of Prospect Mountain overlooking Lake George, New York. It was cloudy, so the photos aren’t as vivid as they might have been if the sun had been shining, but the view was still worth the drive to the top.

    Our drive to Niagara Falls, New York, was uneventful, with nothing along the way that made us want to stop and take a photo to share.

    But today will be different.

    Today, we’re going to see Niagara Falls!

    Until next time…we’re traveling on—not on the road, but on a boat named Maid of the Mist.

  • Day 16 – September 20

    Day 16 – September 20

    Day 16 - September 20

    Yesterday was a milestone in our lives.

    At approximately 12:30 p.m., Gayle and I crossed a short bridge spanning the Connecticut River and entered Vermont. At that moment, we completed our goal of visiting all 48 of the contiguous United States.

    Mission accomplished!

    However, Vermont and Mother Nature didn’t seem to care much about our personal triumph. Why? Because there was no sign welcoming us to Vermont, and the weather turned wet and foggy.

    We were excited knowing we had just entered our 48th state. Incredibly, there wasn’t a “Welcome to Vermont” sign anywhere in sight. Really? There went the photo op I wanted to celebrate our achievement.

    Because of the rain and fog that settled in, Vermont may have kept its mountains hidden from us, but it didn’t hide everything.

    Ironically, as we were leaving Vermont and entering New York, we finally saw what we had been looking for—a “Welcome to Vermont” sign. Of course, we stopped and took pictures.

    Mission accomplished!

    Yesterday wasn’t a total wash for sightseeing. Before the rain and fog moved in, we saw two covered bridges and drove through one of them. We also visited Cathedral Ledge State Park, Lower Falls, and Rocky Gorge.

    Then the rain settled in and took away the picturesque views of the White Mountains we had hoped to see as we drove through the area.

    All in all, though, it was still a very good day because Gayle and I completed a goal we started a little over 39 months ago. Along the way, we traveled more than 24,000 miles, spent a little over twelve weeks living out of a suitcase, and sampled the skills of an unknown number of chefs across America.

    Forty-eight states. Thousands of miles. Countless memories.

    What an incredible journey! And it’s not over!

    Until next time…we’re traveling on.

    Below are pics from yesterday’s travels.

    Snowy River covered bridge.
    front and rear view.
    Built in 1867.

    Jackson New Hampshire Covered Bridge ⬇️

    Cathedral Ledger State Park ⬇️

    Lower Falls – New Hampshire ⬇️

    Rocky Gorge

    The infamous bridge from New Hampshire to Vermont without a “Welcome to Vermont” sign on the other side.

    We made it! Our 48th state.

    Our location last night—Lake George, NY

  • Day 15 – September 19

    Day 15 – September 19

    Day 15 — September 19 

    The day before yesterday, we spent most of the day in Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park. We returned to our room early and spent our second night in Ellsworth, Maine.

    Yesterday morning, we woke up to a chilly 44 degrees. We checked out of our motel around eight and headed toward our next destination—Zeb’s General Store in North Conway, New Hampshire. The drive promised to be an easy one, with some interesting places to visit along the way.

    Our first interesting sight of the day was the Penobscot Narrows Bridge near Prospect, Maine. It is quite a sight seemingly in the middle of nowhere. I took two pictures. Unfortunately, the sun was in a bad spot for the second one. I didn’t have much choice, but it actually made for a pretty neat picture.
    Our next unique photo opportunity came in a place named Woodstock. No, not the one famous for the Woodstock Music Festival—that’s in New York. This Woodstock is in Maine, and they claim to be home to the World’s Largest Telephone.
    The plaque beneath the phone reads:

    “This sculpture by Gil Whitman is dedicated to the memory of Barbara & Elden Hathaway—owners of the Bryant Pond Telephone Company, the very last hand crank magneto telephone system in the U.S.A.

    “They purchased the company in 1951 and operated it from their home as a family business until selling it to the Oxford Networks Company in 1981, when it was integrated into the national dial system.”
    For our next photo shoot, we had to drive six miles off our planned route to see one of the iconic structures of the Northeast—a covered bridge. The drive was worth it!
    The Sunday River Bridge was built in 1872. Located in Newry, Maine, it is one of only nine surviving covered bridges in the state and is reputed to be one of the most photographed and painted bridges in Maine. I had the privilege and pleasure of walking across it.
    After a nice, relaxing drive through the countryside and the White Mountains, we arrived in North Conway, New Hampshire—home of Zeb’s General Store.

    Zeb’s offers products made throughout New England in an old-“thyme” general store atmosphere. With more than 5,000 items, the store also claims to have the largest selection of New England specialty foods in the world.
    Gayle wasn’t quite as elated as I was. It was a neat store, and I enjoyed it very much. Gayle, however, had been hoping to find more handcrafted items and products made specifically in the local area.
    Finally, we checked out of our practice of checking in to franchise motels. We found a rustic motel with cottage lodging—something we had been wanting to try for quite some time.
    We loved it!

    With the exception of the flat-screen television, our cottage looked like it came straight out of the 1950s. It was a fun experience and one we will no doubt try again.

    Until next time…we’re traveling on.

    Other photos from yesterday:
  • Day 14 – September 18

    Day 14 – September 18

    Day 14 — September 18

    Imagine a ten-year-old boy on the day before Christmas, excited about tomorrow morning. He can’t wait to get his brand-new bicycle.

    Christmas morning comes. He jumps out of bed and runs into the living room looking for his bike. He sees some great gifts, but his bicycle is nowhere to be found. Santa didn’t bring it this time.

    He still had a good Christmas, but he was disappointed that he didn’t get his bicycle.

    Yesterday for us was a bit like that boy’s Christmas—it was good, but at the same time, a little disappointing.

    Yesterday morning we had a good breakfast at Jose’s Country Store and Cafe in Ellsworth. Gayle had biscuits and gravy, and I had French toast. Then we were off to Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park.

    We arrived in Bar Harbor around 9:30 a.m. The town was already crowded with people and traffic. Parking was once again difficult to find, but we got lucky and found a spot just off Main Street near the shopping area.

    We spent about two hours shopping. It was cool, with a breeze that chilled you in the shade but felt refreshing in the sunlight. A couple of stores that had been advertised as good shopping spots didn’t quite live up to the advertising—at least for us.

    But we did find several stores that pulled us in with great window displays, and the shopping was awesome inside. We left those stores knowing we had done our part to help the local economy.

    After shopping, we headed toward Acadia National Park with great anticipation of seeing some beautiful views.

    This is where we could relate to that boy who had a good Christmas but was still disappointed that Santa didn’t bring the bicycle.

    There were some nice drives through forested areas, but nothing that had us reaching for the camera.

    We finally got some ocean views and found some nice photo spots. Perhaps we’ve been spoiled by the picturesque and awesome scenery we’ve seen out West. For us, the views at Acadia were nice—but they weren’t breathtaking.

    All in all, though, we still had a good time.

    On the way back to our room, we stopped for a late lunch at Mainely Meat BBQ. Gayle had a thick and juicy, freshly made hamburger, and I had a pulled pork sandwich.

    The pulled pork was served on Texas toast, and their house BBQ sauce was terrific. I am a big fan and loyal customer of Sonny’s BBQ back home, but I must confess: this pulled pork BBQ sandwich, with their house sauce, was better than Sonny’s.

    There. I said it.

    I also confessed it to the waitress.

    Below are some pics of Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park.

    Until next time…we’re traveling on.

    Bay Harbor Pics

    Acadia National Park

  • Day 13 – September 17

    Day 13 – September 17

    Day 13 - September 17 

    Good morning

    We only visited two places yesterday—Portland Head Light and Casco Bay. I can describe those two places with two words—beautiful and peaceful.

    Now that I have fulfilled my claim that I can describe those two places in two words, it’s time to get into the details.

    Portland Head Light is a historic lighthouse located in Cape Elizabeth, Maine, marking the entrance to Portland Harbor. It was completed in 1791 and is the oldest lighthouse in Maine.
    It was the first lighthouse completed by the United States federal government and was built under the authorization of President George Washington.

    The lighthouse is widely recognized as one of the most photographed lighthouses in the World. In fact, I have a poster of that lighthouse that hung in my office for years. When we arrived, I instantly recognized it.
    We got there around 8:30 a.m. The weather was perfect—about 70 degrees with a light breeze. There were only a handful of people around, and I could have stayed there all day.

    I hated to leave, but we needed to get back on the road to our next stop on the way to Bar Harbor, Maine. That stop was Bailey Island on Casco Bay.
    Once again, we found a beautiful and peaceful oceanside setting. Bailey Island is a little out of the way, but it was well worth the time to visit. There is only one road onto the island, and Route 24 eventually comes to an end near the southern tip.

    There were great views of Casco Bay and an awesome gift shop at the end of Route 24. Below are three pictures from our stop.

    The first pic ⬇️ is Casco Bay:
    This pic ⬇️ is of a statue just outside the gift shop:
    The pic below ⬇️ is of rose hips—the fruit of the rugosa rose (Rosa rugosa), also commonly called the beach rose. There were a bunch of those plants growing just outside the gift shop.
    Finally, I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase “stop and smell the roses.” It means to slow down, relax, and appreciate the simple pleasures of life. Well, that is good advice, but when you are on an extended vacation, there is another phrase that is more than a suggestion—it is imperative:

    “Stop and wash clothes.”

    After leaving Casco Bay, we drove directly to Ellsworth. It is about 20 miles from Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park—our next destination. We arrived at our motel around 3 p.m. and washed our clothes.

    With our clothes washed and no roses available to smell, we went to Helen’s Seafood Restaurant for dinner.

    Gayle had a pork chop. She’s already had fish twice on this trip, and we had popcorn shrimp for lunch earlier in the day.

    Her pork chop, baked potato, cole slaw ⬇️ The pork chop was moist and tender.
    Yesterday’s popcorn shrimp lunch ⬇️
    My first fish meal in New England came at dinner last night, and it was excellent—Parmesan-crusted fresh haddock. ⬇️
    Until next time…we’re traveling on.

    Some additional photos