Grand Canyon of PA
September of 2013
Mrs. Po in complete charge of planning trip to Grand Canyon
of PA in Wellsboro. This was great trip for anyone old and who not desire
excitement of any kind. Master Po enjoy
this getaway very much and he recommend this trip to anyone who need quick
getaway without spending fortune, or have fear from choking on fortune cookie. And No Longaberger Baskets in sight too,
which is added bonus!
Area is desolate and brochure say, NO MALLS IN ENTIRE TIOGA
COUNTY. This is warning to females who
think they can make quick mall trips between sightseeing. Not to
worry though, plenty of quaint shops around town for shopping enthusiasts. Quaint gas-lit lights all over too, as area is
richly supplied with Marcellus Shale gas and town decorated everywhere in fall
colors (which Master Po not necessarily care about because he color blind,
red and green). But Mrs. Po and all
others really enjoy the fall colors.
Men may wonder why Master Po find this trip enjoyable. One
reason is many quaint bars all over town too, with quaint large screen TV’s and
quaint Yuengling draft on tap. Mrs. Po
walk through town and do some shopping but she too spend time in quaint lounges
where they also have live music at times. We take train ride and see canyon from lookout
points in nearby state park.
Mrs. Po point out many vital items to Master Po as we enter
town – other men may find them of utmost importance too. She first point out hospital, and emergency
entrance. A few blocks later she point
out wellness clinic with emergency parking in case old men can’t make it to
hospital. She spot church too and take
notice of schedule of services. Right across from church she point out old
folks care home too. Mrs. Po is very
thoughtful like that – always on the lookout if something bad would happen to
her husband. I not see her do this, but
get feeling she was planning everything in case of emergency, including
funeral service at local church for Master Po. Mrs. Po
truly do love her husband very much. Master Po feel complete trust when traveling
with Mrs. Po.
Town and surrounding area is very quiet. We hear only one siren in entire 3 day
weekend. Apparently other women have
noticed vital points in town too and make mental note so they don’t call 911 very much as they
are prepared in advance like Mrs. Po for emergencies.
We not see one cop or state trooper entire weekend
either. This unusual because there are
bikers dressed in black leather everywhere. It look like Hell’s Angel
Convention in town. Then we notice that
all bikers have gray beards, are bald (wear bandanas to cover balding scalp),
walk with a limp and are older than Marcellus Shale deposits that we walk
on. All are too old to drive fast and
seem to be happy to just sit in quaint bars and enjoy sports and live music (especially
big band sound music which is very popular in this area too). Biker women are older too and large in size,
thus many riders choose to drive large trikes for extra room and to make
balancing easier. Hard to distinguish
between biker tattoos and normal bleeding under skin due to many older people
on Coumadin. Either way, Master Po can
see the color difference in skin better than on leaves.
All in all, we have very good time. We stay till we eat late breakfast at
oldie-like diner which we hit right after church service on Sunday. Master Po and Mrs. Po thankful at service
that we don’t need any stops at vital locations that Mrs. Po point out earlier
in town.
