Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

be encumbered with them for many miles; so I changed my plans, - turning north on 19 at Xelienope (sic), dropping them at Potesville. I then drove back to Xelienople (sic) where I stopped at the Kaufmann Hotel, which I had wanted to do all the time remembering the excellent dinner I had there in March, 1936. It was just as fine today.; After dinner I continued on 68. There is little to record of this point of the trip – the road curving continuously thru rugged hills lying starkly in the broiling August sun. Just beyond Brady’s Bend, a double “horse-shoe” bend of the Allegheny was spectacular.; About four-o clock, realizing from a study of the map that I still had 160 or 170 miles to go, I settled down to getting to Salamanca by six o’clock if possible, as if in accordance with my desire, the country levelled out, and the broad straight cement road led due northeast – I went along almost with out (sic) any variations at 60 M.P.H. meeting scarcely anyone. Before getting to Bradford, I stopped on a hill overlooking a wide valley to the east, and laying down a blanket stretched and relaxed myself. Some clouds were casting shadows on the hills to the east, and they seemed to be stationary.; Below Salamanca I stopped for coffee & a sandwich. The ride from Salamanca on was calm and elysian, the setting sun thru theatrical lighting effects on the hills; I was not too tired yet, and I was “within sight” of home. '