The girls were little the first time I was invited to join a group who makes an annual trek to the Susquehannock Lodge. Over the years, I’ve tried to make the pilgrimage most years. Sometimes work or the health of a family member would get in my way. Sometimes the thought of the packing and driving will instill a bit of dread. Ultimately though, I’m always glad to have made the effort.
There are always familiar faces and new faces. We all struggle to remember each other’s names, a difficult task when we gather only once a year.
Friday night the guests arrive from far and wide, some early enough to enjoy dinner together in the lodge. Saturday morning, the dining room is filled and plans are made for the day. My favorite years are when the temperatures are high teens and low twenties and there is a lot of fresh powder. Then I like to ski from the Ranger Station at the top of the hill down the gentle slopes back to the lodge.
This year, we had the right temperatures, though the powder was a mere dusting in many places. And, due to a misalignment, my chiropractor advised against skiing. After hearing from those who skied, I can’t say I’m too disappointed. Blow-downs from recent storms have not been cleared and the going was rough. We noticed this even on the short hike we took near the lodge.
Lots more pictures here: Photo Set
In the afternoon, we headed in to nearby Coudersport, Pennsylvania, to visit Olga’s Yarn Shop (and bistro/gallery/café). I had heard about this shop from my knitting friends who insisted it is a must-see. Wow. What an explosion of color, texture, and creativity. I was blown away.
The Susquehannock is only a couple of hours away by car. Still, we felt like we were a million miles from everything. It was a very refreshing and rejuvenating weekend. I really should do this more often.