Driving down through the Pennsylvania forests, through Shinglehouse and Coudersport and Haneyville and lands beyond...
The sun was peering through the mist
And the views stretched into a hazy infinity
Rolling thickly-forested hills with not a house in sight
This part of Pennsylvania is wild and wooded and largely unmanicured.
I looked in vain for bears. Until at last...
I saw one. Outside this little place full of old-fashioned joke toys and tables neatly set.
We looked around while the owner stirred her gravy in the kitchen, making us wish it was lunchtime.
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