Day 8

We were hot on the heels and almost completely in a dumping storm, rolling through central Pennsylvania.  We were thirsty for early afternoon beers and aiming for a historic country bar, but we were sidelined for an hour or two, and that crispy blonde beer turned into Roy Rogers French fries and a tall coffee, while we charged our dying phones.  But the road and our end all game plan for the day was losing hours of daylight, and I really wanted for Matteo  to get to see the countryside and little quaint towns through whatever light we could squeeze out of the sun.  We were charged up and we charged out, as soon as that storm was a good bit away from us.  Jim Thorpe was as cute and adorable and magical looking as ever.  And Matteo's eyes were wild and in love with its first sight.  A similar reaction that everyone has with their first encounter of this beautiful little town.  We made friends with a fella who followed up with a phone call relinquishing his parking spot to us.  Mick  ran out and welcomed me with a glorious hug in the middle of the street.  We promptly were shown inside, and the festivus of new OITNB episodes, pizzas, beers, and saging of the souls, we spent the evening warm with friends and explorative conversation.