West Virginia and Pennsylvania share very similar geography and industries. But there are way more people, and camps, and just things in PA. Some towns we drove through today were founded before the Declaration of Independence was signed. West Virginia split off from Virginia in 1863 for those of you who aren’t familiar with our history (and there are a lot of you, still today, ask anyone from West Virginia). We moved the state capitol several times — actually from Wheeling to Charleston to Wheeling and back to Charleston. We just generally didn’t get our stuff together as early as our Commonwealth neighbor to the north. But anyway, anytime I go to Pennsylvania, I don’t really feel like it’s much different from West Virginia, aside from the large cities that are sprinkled throughout. We have the same trees, the same hills, the same winding roads:
One of the highlights (and the actual purpose) of our trip was to go to a Nine Inch Nails concert in State College, Pennsylvania.
One of the other highlights of our trip was stopping at Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater (“The Most Famous Home in America”).
It is worth the trip if you’re in that area — and when you think it was built 75 years ago, it truly is a testament to the genius of Frank Lloyd Wright:
One of the best parts of our trip, however, was something we didn’t plan. As were driving between State College and Mill Run, where Fallingwater is located, we saw the sign for the 9/11 Memorial of hijacked Flight 93. We made a split-second decision to go view the site. Right now, there really isn’t much there. A beautiful walkway and wall commemorating that day with the names of those who died, and a boulder that sits over the impact site. You can only view the impact site from afar, which makes sense when you recognize the layout of the land. It is a large, open field. The park ranger said that the plane came in at over 500 mph and flipped onto its top.
It was a solemn visit, like many national monuments. But something about the 9/11 monuments are different to me, probably because I remember that day so well. Most of the monuments and museums I’ve traveled to in my life memorialize things that happened long before I was born. And as my husband pointed out as we made our way along the walking path, there were young kids there who were not even alive when 9/11 happened. To them, 9/11 will be like the Vietnam War — something horrific that their parents lived through.
I didn’t really feel much like taking pictures at the memorial, but I did take one:
When I was growing up, my grandma would always say to count the number of black rings the woolly caterpillar has on his back and that will tell you how long our winter will be. This guy only had a couple black rings, which means a short winter.
Here’s hoping. I’m already ready for summer again.
What did you do this weekend? What’s an Old Wives’ Tale you remember your grandparents telling you?