It was time to move again. I was getting way too comfortable in my parking lot. But I wanted to try one last time to find my Father’s house on Hilldale Road. This would be my third attempt and regretfully had no better information. Caitlin and I drove every alley and peeked at every house and did not find family.
But we knew where to find national history so we hooked the rigs up, pulled anchor and said goodbye to Swarthmore College as we motored to Valley Forge and subjected ourselves to the beginnings of our country. We toured the farmhouse that was the headquarters for George Washington. The house held 24 officers plus Martha. We climbed up the stairs that they walked and saw where they slept. (Isn’t that a famous quote?) The rooms were set up just as they might have been in 1770’s. On our way back to the car (Valley Forge is a huge park so we dropped the RV parking area and took the land dinghy. So convenient!!) we stopped at one of the many benches that we had seen both in Philadelphia and here where professional storytellers exhibited their craft called, “Once Upon A Nation”. This man was good; our small group participated and laughed. Worthwhile stop.
The joy of having Caitlin on board is multifaceted; my daughter, road buddy and navigator par excellent. She set up some wonderful back road traveling. At one point we were traveling along the Delaware Canal, which my family has ties to but will have to wait until I get back to find out what it was. But pictures were taken.
Our camp was outside the delightful village of Clinton, New Jersey with millpond and two mills. We stayed at Spruce Run State Park and for the first time on my Circle Tour sat outside for supper and long talks. The diminished temperature/insect combination allowed such pleasures. And choreographed firefly dance was first rate.
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