13 hours and 13 minutes on the trek today to photograph two NPS units that we had visited the past well before the camera era. 

It was 1968 and I had a brand new Austin Healy Sprite (BRG of course) and a pretty girl I was dating (still am) so we were off driving around Western Pennsylvania for the day. We visited Fort Necessity briefly and then went to Point Marion where Cindy’s dad was the minster and she started kindergarten. On the way out of town we came to a PA historical marker along the highway about Friendship Hill the home of Albert Gallitan. I did not know him but the driveway was enticing. So down the long tree lined drive we went top down on the car. It was still a private home - the park service bought it in 1979. As we paused near the house two huge dogs came running out barking at us. They were Irish Wolf hounds and much taller than the car. Their heads reached easily over the sill. Then a lady appeared, just laughed and said they were harmless. We said we were just exploring a bit and she waved us on our way after calling the dogs back to the house. Today’s visit was more sedate. The house is a rambling miso-mash of additions yet very interesting. The grounds were beautiful fields and woods on a bluff overlooking the Monongahela River. 

We finished the day with dinner and a visit with Cindy’s relative, Judy. Very nice time with her - she is a neat person and her folks were always a delight. Then back to our campground here at Salt Fork in Ohio.

Update Cadillac - where, what and with whom — for his fans

Ok, over the stomach thing but nothing. No words are flowing. How does this muse thing work. I mean, here I am poised for the Nobel Prize in Literature and nothing is forming in my mind. Maybe the hat and the letter smacking machine are needed for the muse to work. We need to get home so I can have the tools needed for me to be famous.