Pocono’s

I wouldn’t have been able to tell you which state the Pocono mountains were in two weeks ago. Then Jo planned for us to meet our friends from Austin who vacation there every year. It wasn’t too far from where we were going to be wandering anyways. We are finding that everything in the north east is about 5 hours away. So we sallied forth from Wakefield after saying goodbye to Alu and Michelle, had lunch near the Yale campus in New Haven, stopped at Vassar near Poughkeepsie, crossed the Hudson, angled south to cross the Delaware near the borders of New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania, and arrived at the sleepy village of Pocono Pines that afternoon. It sits at a grand elevation of 1,800 feet but we aren’t going to be like those Englishmen who went up a hill but came down a mountain.

The area around the Pocono’s are lovely. Everywhere you look there’s a lake and a creek and a cascade. We hiked a bit, played some pickle ball, rafted down a very muddy and full Delaware, and had a nice dinner at our friend’s parents with a total of 14 people which would have been unimaginable a few months ago (and may soon be again).

Vivian and Evan and Alu and I had watched Monty Python back in Martha’s Vineyard one evening. Since then Evan occasionally rides like a knight, trotting along while banging two rocks together to the tempo of hoofs beating. At a park in the Pocono’s Evan and Vivian did that and you can see Vivian “dismounting” here.

Pocono’s.

Yuk – now I have boogers on my finger.

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