After lots of “planning” (remember, we make plans and then weather or other factors often turn everything upside down), we met Uncle Ed for dessert at the City Hall Cafe in downtown Waterbury. Fun to sit and enjoy a last visit with him surrounded by photos and memorabilia going far back into the history of this town so prominent in family lore. Outside the dogwood was in bloom and Anne caught this one in the parking lot.
Then more planning and logistics, and we took to the air. Soon we climbed much higher than our usual touring altitude to get well above the scattered clouds, and found ourselves greatly enjoying this different perspective on the forests, farms, rivers and lakes of Connecticut as it merged imperceptibly into Pennsylvania.
On our first Big Adventure flying the Eastern U.S. we expected cities, houses and farms everywhere so it was surprising to see such vast tracts of wild spaces. Unlike further West many of the farms here are small, and even the large ones often rotate and mingle crops so it’s more fun to fly over them.
Before long we climbed even higher to fly among majestic monsters forming cloud canyons and mountains that look solid yet fluffy, sometimes gracefully swirling in slow motion as we pass.
As evening approached, we toured Crown, PA and then descended into Clarion. We enjoyed a long walk around town, and paused to admire this 1880-something building that my ancestors perhaps once visited.
It stood here when there were no cars. What could people have imagined those magically colorful flame-less traffic lights are for other than some repetitive entertainment? What would they think of a descendent seven generations hence casually flying over in miraculous Tripp to explore their region?
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