I love the historic town of Jim Thorpe, previously known as Mauch Chunk. It’s nestled in the mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania, where my mother’s family is from.

My daughter Mallory and I went to Jim Thorpe this past weekend for a long-belated girls’ weekend. It was a time for us to relax and catch up with each other (we live about 3 1/2 hours away from each other). When we arrived there Friday night, we did indeed catch up with each other’s lives, staying up and talking into the wee hours.

Saturday, we explored the town, and along the way met some fascinating characters. We found ourselves involved in in-depth conversations at different places, and we finally noticed toward the end of the day that there were recurring topics and themes at every single one of our stops.

Our day had begun with a visit to the historic Mauch Chunk train station. Sadly, the excursion trains that had run out of it until late last year have stopped running. It’s hoped by many (including us) that they’ll resume.

While we weren’t able to take a journey by train from the station, we came to realize that we had somehow managed to start our metaphorical journey from there.