We noticed that a bike repair shop advertised on the map of the campground and area, so we decided to call and see if they'd take a look at my bike. Ever since we changed the tire, the rear shifter hasn't worked at all. The woman on the phone said to bring it in. We dropped the bike off and left our phone number and told them we were going to the Flight 93 Memorial and would come back for the bike afterward.
Then we drove north on Highway 219 and east on US 30. We spotted what must be the largest auto junkyard in the world, so we stopped for a photo. The place is huge, so the photo includes only a small part.
We continued our drive to the temporary memorial for Flight 93, operated by the National Park Service. The first stage of the permanent memorial is scheduled to open on September 11, 2011, ten years after the fateful day.
A temporary exhibit is set up in the building that was used as a media and command center for the investigation in 2001. It includes smiling photos of all the crew and passengers on Flight 93 and notebooks with brief biographies and transcripts. It was unbearably moving to see and think about the fateful minutes as the group of passengers organized and carried out the rush on the terrorists which resulted in the crash landing in an empty field in Pennsylvania.
We walked out to the overlook, from which you can see the partially constructed memorial and the field which now has grass and wildflowers covering up the hole in the earth made by the plane.
The white wall can be seen in the photo. The field just beyond it is the crash site.
When we left the Flight 93 Memorial we headed back to the bike shop to pick up my bike. We had to wait a few minutes. The owner was working on the bike and had had several interruptions. Then he discovered a problem with the front brakes too. When the repairs were done, the bike was back in operation, and the bill was only $37. What a deal!
We headed back in to Somerset to visit the Farmer's Market. It turned out to be small, but the woman at the bike shop had recommended Chambersburg peaches, which could be had at Cascio's Fruit Market, so we went there next. We found the peaches and a few other things. I had to restrain my buying impulses, since the fridge is already full.
This evening we walked around the little lake at the campground. The butterflies were out in force in the wildflower meadows around the lake.
We ate some sweet corn we got at the farmer's market--delish! Nothing like fresh fruits and veggies.
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