Trenthouse Inn Bed and Breakfast Rockwood
2008 Copper Kettle Highway Rockwood, Pennsylvania, 15557, United States
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Packing!
Hello everyone!
I can hardly believe it, but our departure for Thailand is about 48 hours away! As usual, I have procrastinated packing until the last minute (right now it is 12:11 a.m.). I guess I was hoping my bags would pack themselves while I did more interesting things! The holidays brought lots of good times and laughter with family and friends, and as I ...
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... haven't got an answer shoot the clown.
We started the day with a Stanley service,checked fluid levels,tyre pressures etc.All under control.Tempting fate but The car has been absolutely brilliant.Goodnes knows whether we have been given correct information on whether the fuels we have been putting in actually do contain ethanol (potentially deadly to old engines) but we can still pull up hills and we keep rolling along.
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Childhood memories and a new life...
... lives forever. The events of that drive to Hazelton are so raw and fresh and still unfolding that I am not presently able to write about them. I will share that Shannon and I are closer than we have ever been, and happier. God is good and His ways are unknown to us, and that is OK. We surrender ourselves to Him and His plan and His way, in Jesus name.
Much love,
e
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Clammy ride
... mountains. The rivers twist and wind in the valleys.
Johnstown is a former industrial town (steel) in a valley. It calls itself the Flood City and has a yearly music festival in August that looks like a lot of fun http://www.greyareaprod.com/fcmf/
I strolled from the downtown hotel around the corner to the Johnstown Flood Museum to find out more about the disastrous 1889 flood that killed over 2000 citizens. Turns out that ...
Sausages in Somerset
... took us through the Laurel Highlands. You know you are in for a tough day when you see signs for ski rentals. Laurel Summit was signposted as 2800m and it certainly felt like it when we reached the top. Soaked in sweat, leg muscles burning, all thoughts turned to a more conventional summer holiday down the beach.
We finally made it to Somerset and found the Woodland Campsite where we were warmly greeted by Grace, a dear old lady who was very pleased ...


