Monthly Archives: August 2011

We got caught in a thunderstorm on the way home from Lancaster and spent an hour crawling or fully stopped on the Schuylkill Expressway. Though I was antsy to get home, it was oddly beautiful.

Anyone need a vintage fondue pot? If so, I recommend paying a visit to the thrift shop in New Holland, PA that is not the Reuzit Shop (sadly, I cannot remember the name. We went to a lot of thrift … Continue reading →

Shady Maple. It’s a gigantic smorgasbord, with steam table after steam table full of classics like mashed potatoes, house-smoked sausages and shreds of tender pot roast. I feel a little bit like an ugly American when I go there, but … Continue reading →

Lancaster’s Book Worm Frolic. Tables upon tables full of cheap, used books. Our shared idea of heaven. I really did marry the right man.

Gettysburg was so much more than I anticipated. I’ve never been much of a Civil War buff, but this made it more real and heart-wrenching that I’ve ever understood it to be.

Lancaster City’s Central Market. It never fails to charm me.

Wheatland, President Buchanan’s home. I never knew he was from Pennsylvania until Scott started researching things to do on this trip.

The Cork Factory Hotel. Seriously comfortable beds. A good place to start a vacation.

First night of vacation. After a day of teaching classes, hustling to get out of town and finally getting to our hotel, all I had energy to photograph was this wacky bar of soap in the hotel bathroom.

A peanut butter pie for Mikey and Jennie.