Up and ready for our promptly served breakfast at the Inn at Watson’s Choice. We were expecting toast hoping for bagels, we got fruit bowl, omelettes, home made sausages and banana bread. Our scheduled tour at Falling Waters was at 9:30 and since tours are already booked through the end of the year, late was not an option. Although I had been there years ago with Son two, Deb had never seen it. Surprisingly, it is as modern and relevant now as it was 80 years ago, with open spaces and a focus on the surroundings.
On to the Flight 93 Memorial. After walking the black walkway that defined the path of flight 93, we stopped at flight path lookout, which overlooked the crash site, but it was all somewhat confusing. So we went to the visitors center which had a timeline of what happened that day with quite a few exhibits. There was a 1.2 mile long circular walkway that lead eventually to the crash site. Deb and I talked about what it must of been like on the flight. You can’t go to the crash site but there is a large boulder that marks it. After reading the names of those who died, we walked back to the car. It was not a remorseful visit. Afterwards, I googled the architect, Paul Murdock, to read that this was precisely the way he wanted the memorial to be viewed!
On to our rest stop in Lancaster. Son one went to college there, and we had always stayed at the Lancaster Arts Hotel, but they insisted on a minimum two night stay, so this time we stayed at the Cork Factory Hotel, another upscale boutique hotel. Because it was Friday night, I went big time and booked reservations at the fanciest restaurant in town, John J Jeffries. Well it turns out that the John J Jeffries is the hotel restaurant for the Lancaster Arts Hotel and we ate there many times on college trips. The dinner was delicious, served with a heaping plate of deja vu!
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