Day 4 – Hello Pennsylvania

They have worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there – and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see. – Jack Kerouac, On the Road

The ladies at the Inn of the Hawke let us hang out a bit this morning until the rain passed.  They also gave us the number of an artist that lives in Doylestown.  They said he might be able to give us some tips on where to stay or camp.

Tara thinks John-Michael should get a painting of himself similar to this. This painting has nothing to do with the aforementioned artist. It’s just a bit of awesome that hangs on the walls of the Inn.

Tara with Maia and Doreen, the ladies from The Inn at the Hawke.

We hit the road a little after 11:30.  The late start meant we wouldn’t be getting far today, but we knew there was a town about 11 or 12 miles away called Doylestown, so that was our goal.  It was sad to say goodbye to New Jersey, but we were very excited about entering a new state.

Leaving New Jersey

The Raritan Canal

On the bridge to Pennsylvania

The Delaware River

For the first time in our lives, we can say we walked across an entire state!

Welcome to Pennsylvania

Unfortunately, the road today was full of traffic, steep hills, and often lacked a shoulder.  Many people seemed distracted by their phones, or their lives, or whatever.  Tara dubbed it terrifying, but onerous might be a better word.  However, the sun finally came out, so weather-wise it was the nicest day of our walk thus far.

A pony farm

Tara was singing “Oh, what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day” the rest of the afternoon. This was near the end of the day, when sidewalks made their triumphant return.

Before getting to Doylestown, we talked to the artist that the ladies at the Inn told us to call. Unfortunately, he was out of town, but did tell us to go to some coffee shops downtown and ask around.  When we arrived, we stopped at a coffee shop and talked to a few locals about the possibility of finding any place to camp.

The town is cute and quaint, but old and hilly.  There are no campgrounds near and most yards are small or non-existent.  Following the suggestion of one of the patrons, we called the local YMCA to see if we could camp on their property.  Unfortunately, that was a no.  Finally, the barista said there was a cheap motel up the road behind a Mexican restaurant and comedy club.  Sold!  This photo of an outlet in our room should give you an idea of the kind of place we are staying at tonight.

Fancy accommodations