Day 2: Driving through Pennsylvania

One of the many tunnels cut through the mountains of Pennsylvania along Interstate 76

One of the many tunnels cut through the mountains of Pennsylvania along Interstate 76

The one thing Mum was impressed by as we drove were the number of mountains we went past – and through, since they built tunnels through these long stretching ridges of forest-covered ridges and rises, stretching from southwest to northeast. These are not like the mountains back home – layers of rock in dusty grays, rusty reds and tans poke out where the roads were cut through them, in some cases showing off a small landslide because they are so soft compared to the unyielding granite of New Hampshire.

The forests are different as well, with fewer pines, and more deciduous trees – many poplars I imagine from their height and straightness, reaching for the sky along these deep-cut roads. Some are dead, a ghostly white-grey, reaching for the skies with skeletal fingers.

Between the mountains and forests lay fields, some ten times the size of farm fields back home, filled with the crops of summer – in one, Trixie spied some deer frolicking about. There are plenty of deer here – and we see too many dead ones on the side of the road, along with other unfortunate animals that tried to cross the road.

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