This weekend was our annual trip to see a Penn State game, compliments of my aunts and uncles, who seem to come up with tickets for us annually, yet are consistently vague in how they get ‘em or who we owe for them. (Thanks, Aunt Cathy & Aunt Anne for making the weekend possible!)
After enjoying a breakfast tailgate, we ambled into the stadium. The opponent was Eastern Illinois, a team not considered to be in the same league as Penn State, and because it was expected to be a blowout, Beaver Stadium was not filled to its usual, sardine-tin capacity.
Our tickets were for seats in different areas of the stadium. This is the view from two of the seats, down low in the North section. The right side of those bleachers is filled with students. You may be able to see an “S” surrounded by white – those are seniors. Above them are three floors of suites, where one can view the game in climate-controlled comfort, something that matters much more during the later season games. Fortunately, yesterday was temperate and dry – perfect football weather.
Curt took The Boss and Peezer up to our other three seats, high up in the south section, where they quickly discovered one of Beaver Stadium’s several microclimates. It was a head-on wind up there, and the boys quickly tired of it. Fortunately, there was plenty of room in our section, so at halftime, they relocated to the cozy lower level with the rest of us.
Because the score was even more lopsided than predicted, the crowd began to filter out during the second half. That meant there was lots of room to stretch out. Apparently, these folks three rows in front of us failed to notice the additional real estate in their vicinity… either that or they really luuuved each other. I took this photo about halfway through the 4th quarter:
We spent last night at Curt’s parents’ home, and this morning we awoke to an unusual view. Their house is positioned on the side of a mountain with a sweeping view of a quintessentially Central Pennsylvanian valley, and while it’s always spectacular, this morning was breathtaking:
It looks like a lake surrounded by mountains, doesn’t it? That’s fog that settled down into the floor of the valley. After a while, it burned off and here’s what it looked like (look beyond the neighbors’ house to the valley):
The difference in colors / exposures are a result of me messing with my camera, which I finally received back from warranty repair. I did not manipulate or otherwise adjust these other than the settings in the camera. These shots just don’t do the view justice; I never get tired of gazing towards the valley.