Deep Creek Lake, Maryland is beyond the church steeples of misty Cumberland in the old mountains, where my ancestors mined coal and wandered summers barefoot beside rocky streams. There lives there a jovial great uncle who drinks iced tea from mason jars and slumbers mightily in long naps in a large reclining lounger.
I spent the weekend in the jacuzzi. When I wasn't in the hot tub, I played charades with my friends from grad school and Peace Corps by a roaring fire. We ventured out in the drizzle only for supplies and a brief walk along the rushing Youghiogheny River. There in Swallow Falls State Park, we also went to see Muddy Creek Falls, an impressive 50 footer, where Henry Ford, Thomas Edison and Harvey Firestone camped out together in 1919. Quick and falling waters make an energy confluence.
Still water makes peace and quiet, but eludes progress.
Dinner ended salmon and vegetables on the grill, followed by a late night dip.
Before departure, I plugged back in and forced all my compatriots to join my Sunday morning ritual CBS's Sunday Morning (i.e. calming, soothing knowledge pouring gently from a sunrise) followed by NBC's Meet the Press (i.e. argumentative, vitriolic passion blasting from a car horn).
I, innocently, was trying to lessen their shock of the buckle back to the Beltway.
