One of my friends described the place she’ll be going to for college as “Cow Town”, implying a rural area. I like that. I’m going to Cow Town myself, in five or six or seven hours. Oh God. I need to sleep! The trip out to somewhere in Pennsylvania takes around three hours, and the place we stay is a little hideaway we call Zook & Lyter’s. It’s far enough off the main road to be secluded, and it’s gorgeous. The most peaceful place I’ve ever been. Right next to the Juniata River, beyond that some tree-covered mountains the name of which escape me. A train runs through them, somewhere. This place even neighbors an Amish settlement-place. When it gets dark there, it gets DARK. You can see all the stars. It would be a great romantic place.
I can’t really describe the feeling it gives me. There’s no Internet, though there is electricity and plumbing (well, septic tanks). I like how it gets me away from TV and shit like that. Just for a week. Zook & Lyter’s is one of my favorite places. It’s not like the beach or a boardwalk, or someplace you’d go to for entertainment (thus it’s generally a bad place to bring friends), but I still love it. I’ve gone there every year since I was born, every year that I can remember. It’s one of really just a few things that I dearly love and will miss one day.
I leave in even fewer hours than when I started this post. I get back in around seven days. Maybe I’ll fish when I get there.
