It was cold, the kind of bright icy cold that takes your breath away as soon as you step outside. We had not felt cold like that yet this season, but the bright early morning sun pushed us to get out of the car and explore. After all, we had driven well out of our way, twisting and turning through the mountains to get to here. To…really nothing, at least not anymore.
Anthracite coal. It’s discovery is how it all started and is the reason why there are so many towns tucked into the Appalachian Mountains of Northeast Pennsylvania. These are small towns, difficult to get to, and far from major highways. Towns where time seems to move forward at a slower pace. Towns where you have to have a reason to go to. It was here where we found ourselves on that icy winter morning, traveling through the deep dark hills to a town that was on fire. Continue reading “the burning town”