While the view of the flowering rhododendrons never ceased to amaze me — all the more because I knew it wouldn’t last, and that I would long for this sight when I returned the city (a prediction that was more than accurate) — there were many other details of our cabin at Glendorn that offered interest.
In the kitchen, there was an ancient stove and oven engraved with a rooster and geometric borders. The floor was also tiled in large rectangles of smooth blue slate (for which Pennsylvania is famous).
Several different lanterns served as wall sconces, lined with what to my unprofessional eye appeared to be antique glass.
Here’s another that served as a chandelier.
Of course it was difficult not to feel a little jealous as I considered the idea of having enough money to basically acquire a huge tract of land in the middle of the mountains and build a series of perfect little cabins on it.
But I suspect that all those who originally enjoyed this land are now gone (considering it was built in the 1920s), and I felt grateful to observe what they left behind.
