A tornado hit the community for the first time just a few days before I arrived. Didn't know Pennsylvania was prone to tornadoes, did you? Well, they are unusual but not unprecedented. Even so, the 2026 total so far is already twice the annual average. Climate change is real, folks. Fortunately, no one in our community was hurt and only one cabin took serious damage. The impact on the forest, though, was dramatic. Many trees were topped, felled and entirely uprooted. The woods will recover, of course. The human trauma might have more long-term impact. Our safe haven suddenly feels considerably less so.
Our place was fine - at least regarding storm damage. However, after 40 years without serious mouse problems, the little fuckers got in this winter and made quite a mess. So, unfortunately, I had to devote way too much of time to cleaning it all up.
Even with all of that, it was still nice to be there, and quite enjoyable on my own. I'm an introvert in the extreme so quality time to myself is always welcome. Even in the midst of cleaning out all the mouse poop, I was reminded of why the place is still so important to me. For a variety of reasons, mostly geographical, I did not grow up feeling close to my extended family. I like them but I haven't really spent much time with them. Rather than hauling off to Ohio, Nebraska, Texas or wherever the clan resides, we spent our summers in the Pennsylvania woods. My spiritual cousins are there. That's what makes the 9+ hour drive worth it.






