After yesterday's slog through traffic to get to Lancaster, PA - I took the scenic route home. Key was there were fewer cars and trucks on the road with me. Route 30 across Pennsylvania to Gettysburg was fascinating. As I drove I was making mental lists...I could write about that...or, I could write about this!
As I meandered through small towns, many that ended with "ville," I found myself admiring the houses. Some sat right on the road - I'm sure the road encroached on the property over time. Others, surrounded by barns and trees I admired from afar. There were traditional white farmhouses, Victorian style, with porches and steep roofs. Some with the beautiful wood trim that must be a challenge to maintain.
I find, though, that I'm especially drawn to the brick style homes from the late 1800s, often with white shutters. Thankful for the reduced speed, I found myself distracted by these lovely deep-red homes, many with turrets, some set back with a lovely lawn, others lined up like townhouses leading to the heart of the village. In between towns the two lane road rolled over the gentle hills and through stubbled corn fields, resting still from winter. Occasionally I saw a herd of cows along the road - although more were lying down this afternoon.
At Gettysburg, I turned the car South and enjoyed the slightly faster traffic on Route 15. More beautiful and historical brick buildings were revealed as I went through Emmitsburg and passed Mount St. Mary's. I love this section of the journey - the landmarks are familiar and time seems to stand still. I didn't slow down until the American Legion Bridge going over the Potomac...and soon after, I pulled into the driveway of my own brick home.
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