|U.S. 40 bridge over Youghiogheny River Lake|
What doesn't show in the photos? The moving stories told by a park ranger at the Flight 93 memorial, or the sense of vast silence and emptiness where the crash occurred. The photos don't show the other park ranger at the Fort Necessity site, who reminded us of the importance of story in history by making a silent field speak.
They don't show the crash of water over rocks or the way the platoon of inflated rafts far below us on the river spun around like water striders. They don't show how hard it was to get a photo of that peculiar blue blossom, how I had to stoop and squeeze between rocks near the river. The photos, fortunately, don't show my sweat or sunburn or mosquito bites, but they also don't reveal how marvelous it felt to dip my feet in cool water in the middle of a hot afternoon. If I could find a way to wade in running water at about 4:00 every afternoon, I would be a much happier person.
Too bad I can't take the Youghiogheny River home with me. With all the dirty hiking and canoeing clothes I'm taking home, it would never fit.
|High bridge over Youghioheny River|
|Approaching the Flight 93 memorial|
|The opening shows Flight 93's flight path|
|Wildflowers at Flight 93 memorial|
|We're standing on the high bridge, looking way down|
|What is it? Really hard to photograph, that's what.|
|Where did the path go?|
|Palisades at reconstructed Fort Necessity.|
|Ohiopyle and the Yough are barely visible way down in the valley.|