River Bound

The one remaining room in the volunteer rennovation project I have been working is looking like more work than it is worth. The occupant is not unhappy with it the way it is and it's place next to the geriatric parent-child room is . . . sensitive. Today finds me putting finishing touches on the room I have been working in while I prep Boy Toy for the next leg of the journey.

I now sit a 30 minitue or so drive from where the Susquehanna River feeds into the Chesapeake Bay. The fact that it flows to the Atlantic keeps the Susqehanna River from being part of my mid-continental hydrology survey, but its headwaters are in the same neighborhood as the Allegheny River headwaters. The Allegheny is a major tributary to that mid-continental hydrology. It has been prominent on my research list for a very long time. Now feels like a good time. The critical persons in the decision are all saluting. I feel blessed.

My current notion is to follow the Susquehanna River to the New York/Pennsylvania border and make the short westward jog over to over to the Allegheny to follow it southward to Pittsburg. Unfortunately I am still touring from roads instead of rivers, but I works with what life sends me.

We see how she flows. . .