We didst pack our belongings and head east from Cleveland, the land of steel and dirty lakes of greatness. Interstate 80 was our playground that day, New Jersey our port of intent.
But lo, what did we find tucked cozily in the Nowheresville Township of the Keystone State? Yes, twas too golden to be believed. An oasis in the highway tree tunnel that is The 80. Yes, it was Milton, Pennsylvania. To prove our mirage theory wrong, we stopped. And I'm so glad we did, cause we ran in to a beloved friend.
And wouldn't you know it. Look who we found in Milton! Turns out Milt spends several weeks a year here, mostly to get away from it all and work on his memoirs. He gladly obliged a photo, of course. I swear he gets more photogenic with each image. But I shouldn't be swearing...
Milton also boasts a nice river view. Plenty of rednecks and cheap cold ones to go around from what we could tell. Milt said he doesn't dabble with the locals much, so don't worry.
And then, as if it weren't enough to behold the town of Milton, we roll down the road and see Danville, Penn. Stop we didn't, but pondered it in our hearts. Certainly there is more than meets the eye in those Keystone corridors.