Yesterday we journeyed to western Pennsylvania to a small town called Conneaut Lake. This is a town where my father's family came over two hundred years ago. Joe and I decided to come here to check out some land, 30 acres that is, that has been in my family for the past eight generations. I've known about this land for my whole life and always dreamed of coming to see it. In college I imagined using it for a hippie commune, more recently, Joe and I have considered it to build a summer cabin. That may be more realistic at this point in life, but I won't rule out the commune ;). We arrived in the sleepy little town and checked into our hotel, still having no exact address for this land. I contacted my mom, who had no address, but instead had the name of the tax collector she had been paying for years without ever seeing this land for herself. Fortunately the tax collector had some information. She knew the address that was across the street, and connected us with a county website that shows property lines. So we adventured out to find the land. After getting lost a few times, we arrived to what looked like a gorgeous wooded lot. We parked on the side of the road, and the three of us went on what felt like a real hike. Originally we kept Barley on his leash, but after crossing the creek that runs through the property we decided to let him run freely. He LOVED it! LOVED IT! This trip made me feel more connected to my ancestors than I ever have, while making me feel more excited about the future at the same time. We thoroughly enjoyed the trek through the woods, and then headed back into town where we found an awesome little brewery called Table and Tap. What an incredible day!
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