|Wheeling is located along I-70 southwest of Pittsburgh.|
|Aerial photo of the dam at Piedmont|
For thirty-five years I've been coming to Piedmont Lake. I've never once come alone. I've never driven out in silence with only the excited pant of expectant dogs (how could I leave them behind?), and I've never walked to Dad's frog pond by myself, or sat by The Magnificent Beech Tree (he borrowed a bit of A.A. Milne when I was 5) in silence. Always there have been parents, or partners, or children at my heels, in my ears. Always there have been conversations and thoughts and chatter and sighs and someone taking a leak on a tree.
It's time to find the quiet part of Piedmont, by myself. It's time to see it with eyes that aren't peering out from the body of a child, or a mother.
This time, I find nature for myself. This time, I take the leaks.
|Teaching Benjamin to fish when he was 2|
|Somebody tell the dog that it's not polite to sit on the breakfast table.|