PENNSYLVANIA SURPRISES
We hadn't planned on spending the summer vacation of 1979 in Pennsylvania. But most of our vacations were only loosely planned anyway. Many times we pointed our vehicle in a direction and let impulses decide from there. Other years we had our vacation plans and a destination, only to change our course and discover something else even more interesting.
Street rod and antique car shows, museums, restored villages, and more were destinations that we sometimes never reached after planning them through out the winter. Just a small sign along the road, another camper telling of an unknown place of interest, often caused me to turn the wheels, sending us to a totally different location. After all, we can play boob games anywhere!
So it was this year well made plans were changed. I can't remember where Gas City is. I believe in north western Pennsylvania. I do know we went there that year because we wanted to see antique gas pumps, Mack trucks, and other memorabilia. Possibly that was the impulse that drew us into Pennsylvania after a disappointing meeting with our very first picture taking pen pals.
We'd already driven 300 miles in a motorhome getting under ten miles to the gallon. It made sense to see and do some regular vacation things while so far away. Who needed GPS's. You're missing all the fun. Dollie never cared where we went as long as I took her along.
I remember looking at my trusty car insurance free Atlas and seeing both Boobville and Boob-burg in that same general location. We had to get tittie pictures of Dollie standing next to Boob town signs! After that, we'd stay in State Parks, take in the scenery, and enjoy some of those famous fast moving streams.
We discovered natural stone bridges, covered bridges, swinging bridges, and nature in all it's beauty in Pennsylvania. Even a chocolate factory, long before Willie Wonka!
About getting caught with her boobs down, yes it happened in Boobville, Pa. We waited till there was no traffic or no one nearby and got a few tittie pictures in front of the city limit sign. A piece of cake, in that tiny village. In the mood for more boob pictures, we began looking around.
We saw a small white police department-city hall with the Boobville sign proudly hanging above the door. Again, no one around. Got all lined up for my professionally positioned photographs as Dollie opened up her blouse for a few booby shots.