Despite our miserable experience last year where it rained 11 out of 14 days and I was rushed to the hospital with cellulitis and Ron fell over a rock and really racked up his leg; despite the fact that our house was still in total disarray because of a bedroom ceiling collapse in June resulting in roofers and contractors traipsing through and us sleeping on a mattress on the dining room floor all summer; despite the fact that problems with extended family had put me into therapy and on Zoloft; and despite the fact that both of us were at the tail end of month-long bouts of killer bronchitis, we packed up our camping gear and provisions (well, I packed up, he loaded the truck) and set out once again on our annual September odyssey to the wilds of Pennsylvania. (Yeah, I know that's a wicked run-on sentence.)

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http://www.lumbermuseum.org/

It has original equipment and one original building, I belive, and you can really learn how the loggers guys lived. I highly recommend a visit.

Yes, very familiar with the Kinzua Bridge. The year it fell down, two weeks before we were headed to see it on the way to Erie where my daughter lives, she called me and said, "Uh, Mom, I have some bad news for you...." Actually, the locals say it's had more traffic since the tornado knocked it down! We did go see the wreckage, it's worth the trip.