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| Lily, age 10 |
The story goes: I offered to transport Lily from Missouri to Massachusetts for Marty, who has been a friend for almost 40 years. Lily belonged to Marty's mother, who recently passed away--and Marty had promised her mother she'd take care of Lily. I rented the car, and the estate paid for me to travel to MA and then fly back. We spent the second and third nights camping in the Allegheny Mountains at
Blue Knob State Park. Blue Knob, as you can see above, is not technically part of the mountain range but is an isolated knob, created by the erosion of rock layers underneath the
Burgoon Sandstone on top. I chose the park for its elevation (the temperature is 6-10 degrees cooler in the park than in surrounding areas)--and its trails: there are 8, ranging from easy to difficult hiking.
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| Knitting and sipping some contraband wine from paper cup in front of the fire |
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| The tree I camped under the second night; it rained a little but I didn't feel a drop even though I hadn't covered the tent. |
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| Lily slept in the car. When she'd get tired, she'd go to the door to be let in. |
This is the view from Chappelle's Field. Luckily, our campsite was right by the trail head, so we were able to walk up there the first night we arrived. There is a nifty overlook with wooden benches and trees.(See below).
The first picture with the tent is my first campsite at Blue Knob. Had to move when some campers told me they'd reserved the horse shoe for the weekend, starting Thursday night. They were a sedate crowd (this is sedate and clean campground--with a no alcohol policy.) I just transported my tent, Lily, and of course, the plant I was taking to Mary, Marty's sister, to the next site.
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