Switching Roads
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Day 3: August 24, 2022 Switching Roads Comment via blog |
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Heading into Bedford, I paused for a picture of the big coffee pot as I
have several times in the past. This time, however, something happened as
I approached the building that had never happened before. The door opened
and a lady emerged with a cell phone to her ear. Rather than snapping the
picture I'd planned, I began dawdling. I took a picture of
the sign. I walked around the building and took
a picture from a spot where the lady was out of sight behind it. Mostly
out of sight anyway. Her arm can be seen with a close look. I guess I
could have simply moved on at that point but I didn't. When the call
ended, the lady turned to me and I believe her first words were, "Did
you want to go inside?"
I knew that the pot was essentially an empty shell but of course I wanted to go inside. Once there, I learned that a group meets there on Wednesday mornings to quilt. Each year, the product of their work is donated to the local 4-H to be auctioned at the county fair. I have subsequently found a great article about the Coffee Pot Quilters and their contributions. It's here. Thanks ladies, for all you do and for letting me see inside the building where the magic happens. |
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Then I moved on into Bedford for a full-service fill up at Dunkle's Gulf.
Still operated by the Dunkle family, the station has been there since
1933.
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There doesn't seem to be a lot of options in Bedford so for
breakfast I returned to the
220 Diner where I ate last fall.
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The eastbound portion of this trip was now over and it was time to head
west but I had to first go south. I did that on the diner's namesake,
US-220.
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I had barely reached Cumberland, MD, when my path was blocked by a train.
All the locals knew their way around the blockage so I was pretty much
alone as I watched the train roll by and learned something. When I saw
people disappear into that opening in front of me, I realized that
Cumberland had at least one pedestrian tunnel so that folks on foot need
not wait out every trains.
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As planned, I picked up the National Road in Cumberland and left town
through The Narrows. I stopped for pictures at the LaVale Toll House then
climbed the hill through Frostburg to the open road beyond.
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I stopped at the Cassleman River and walked out on the old stone bridge
from its eastern end. From there I snapped a picture, as I have before, of
the three parallel river crossings. I'm standing on the National Road with
I-68/US-40 in the distance. The bridge in the middle used to carry US-40
but since the current alignment of that route now piggybacks on I-68, the
middle route is now signed Alternate US-40.
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The Addison, PA, Toll House is quite similar in design to the one in
LaVale, MD. Here a gatekeeper is permanently on the lookout for shunpikes.
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My home for the night is this room at the
National
Trail Motel in Markleysburg, PA. Growing sunflowers make the sign
rather hard to read but it is there.
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Dinner was at the Stone House Restaurant and Inn where I tackled, but
did not vanquish, some very good lasagna.
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