Brookville

From Bound for Belize to Bound for Brookville

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The Clarion River in front of Pine Run at dusk, when the mist rises too meet the rain.
The Clarion River in front of our 22-acre family camp, Pine Run, at dusk, when the mist rises too meet the rain.

I just finished a yoga class in Brookville, Pennsylvania, “the town that time forgot and age can not improve.”

Thank you, Garrison Keillor for the tag line.

Brookville was my Lake Wobegon when growing up. Read the rest of this entry »