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Day one of vacation. It's 8:16 p.m. We're in Riverside Bed and Breakfast in Buckhannon, Kentucky. We put on 324 miles from Monterey to here. First stop at S. Clyde Weaver's to stock up the ice chest in the Mazda trunk. Then gassed up in La Vale, Maryland for $3.69/gal.

Then ate S. Clyde wraps at a little lake down the road from Hilltop's very own Katie's; then a cone at Katie's. Arriving here at 3 p.m., then, a side tour of the Pritchard hollow tree where Buckhannon's first settlers lived for three years. The tree and park are sponsored by the local chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution.

Then a two-mile walk along the Cheat River and supper at a local-color diner. My meatloaf came in two slabs each as thick as a skinny two-by-four. A local there saw our foreign license plate and asked what part of Pennyslvania? Lancaster. Do I know Gap? He drives there all the time to pick up Amish stuff.

The beds here look like the ornate monsters in the Casselman Inn. Very pleasant. The owner keeps a well-mannered Maltese in the house and a 15-year-old English Setter in the garage.

Mom's settled in for the evening reading and I'm going to join her. Can I dump pics on this laptop? I'll find out tomorrow.