Because I had all the time in the world, or so it seemed, I took my time riding through Pennsylvania’s rolling hills. Whenever I’m in Pa., something about the little towns and the farms lets me know that I’m in the Keystone state.
I suppose it could be a trick of the mind because I actually do know where I am. But I feel like there is something more, some cues that are picked up maybe on a subconscious level. If someone dropped me off blindfolded in the middle of downtown Slatington – when I took the blindfold off would I know what state I was in? I think so. Can the same be said for the backroads? Tougher for sure, but… maybe?
There are all sorts of clues that we receive each day that go largely ignored. But every once in a while our minds wake up.
This Mail Pouch barn is inside Ontelaunee Park in New Tripoli, Pa. The barn itself was moved from down the road in to the park’s Pioneer Village. There, it was restored and given a spiffy Mail Pouch paint job.
Some things you know for sure. I knew it was a beautiful day and the road was calling my name.