Whipple Creek

One of the better book recommendations I’ve received was for Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. It should be of no surprise by now, that I would come across this vintage title at the Travelers Restaurant that I visit every single time I pass between Maine and Ohio. These things rise up to the surface just when they’re needed.

This particular book reminds me of my childhood in the Appalachian foothills. I remember riding my bike down the dirt road that you see above, taking this route into town when the paved roads would flood and, only this month, trying to befriend a cow in those muddy patches just up the hill towards the right.