On the radio: Voyager chapters 9-13
I wasn't planning to leave Provincetown for another day but felt anxious to get back on the road. I'd had dreams of always driving in the mornings to arrive wherever and have the afternoon, but in leaving Provincetown around 1pm, I got to drive through Pennsylvania during golden hour.
I wish I had stopped.
The fog creeped in and lingered around the edges of the highways in a way I've never seen it before. It reminded me of my childhood imaginings of what early American battle fields looked like-- rolling hills dispersed with trees and fog that didn't sit in the sky but low on the ground. Imagine that, but with a sky turning purple and the sun casting gold shadows.
I don't even think I could have captured it if I'd stopped anyway.
I got to Scranton after dark. I remember feeling giddy at the first sight of a sign that said "Scranton 103." I'd done this before. Creating memories and attachments to towns I'd never been because of the fictional stories I'd seen take place there. Verona. Salzburg. Volterra (yup).
But Scranton was different. This wasn't a play or a movie. It was nine seasons, and subsequently nine years of my life invested in a story about a paper company. Which wasn't even filmed there.
But I was still thrilled to be there, and even more glad to have a friend to visit. I'd only met Jess two weeks before. The first time I met her, she had wildflowers in her braided rainbow hair. I'll always think of her that way. During my time there, we drove around in her adorable green Fiat and she showed me the small town I'd only recognized from fiction, but that she called home. Even though we bought rocks and heard Weezer playing at the record store, my favorite part was going to Lake Scranton. We'd only meant to stop for a minute-- double parking off the main road-- but we stayed and lingered in the sun with the spring breeze. It was so peaceful, and the wind so soft.
It was one of the many moments I've been fortunate to soak in as it was happening. And I was happy I listened to my gut and found myself there.
Places went and loved:
The Bog - some nice local gents might offer to get you drinks, other random gents might ask you what you majored in (?)
Downtown Deli - pancakes!!
Embassy Vinyl - jam packed with records and made me wish I had a functioning record player
Northern Lights - for iced chai and hip indie photos along their brick wall outside
Lackawanna Coal Mine Tour - if you don't have enough time for the tour, just buy some rocks
Lake Scranton - just go
And one more because !!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you so much to Maguba for my beautiful clogs. Who says you can't traipse the world with adorable shoes? They're now my "wanderclogs"!