Forge, Family and Fighter Jets!

I have a memory, over 25 years old now, of a cold winter’s evening in the passenger seat with my dad driving and looking at a festival of lights, candles, lining the roads around Valley Forge Historical Park. Not that I can specifically remember when or why we were at the park, but I remember the candles, the cold and my dad.

It is in the spirit of this memory that we visit Valley Forge today, but find that maybe my memory isn’t quite as good as I thought…

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Welcome to Valley Forge

 

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Indians and Stones

The world is washing away.

At least that’s how it seems sitting in the bus for four days in the car park of Leelanau Sands Casino just outside of Peshawbestown, with the continuous downpour of rain alternating between a gentle tapping on the roof to thunderous drumming you can’t escape.

But you know what? It’s just nice to sit for once. Not moving.

The car park isn’t bad at all, for out of the front window I can see a thin woodland strip and the waters of Grand Traverse Bay beyond, and it’s moderately quiet. I can sit and read until my heart is content, practice my new crochet skills or take in a movie – as Loops and I did one afternoon, watching To Kill a Mockingbird. I’d never seen it before and thoroughly enjoyed the production, and am now thinking about reading the book to compare. It is relaxed and peaceful in our car park life.

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