Every year around September 11, Susan Stine leaves her warm, cozy house on Dutch Hill and makes a 200-mile pilgrimage to a grassy field in western Pennsylvania.
There, she spends a few days sorting through thoughts and feelings deep inside.
She's been doing it for a decade, and never misses the trip, regardless of what might be happening in her busy life.
Stine is drawn to the serene setting where she ponders a sequence of events that challenge the imagination.