Recently in strictly scenic Category

Bridges that cut the Ghost Town National Recreational Trail have been completed, and bikers or hikers can wander 36 miles of multipurpose trail that runs between Ebensburg and Black Lick. Northwest of Johnstown, the railroad line linked a handful of coal mining towns that have long ago disappeared.

While nearby, check the Johnstown Flood National National Memorial. Very interesting.

Little is left of the trail towns, and that is mostly on private property. But during this time of year, when some leaves are still left on the trees, and the rest are crunching under your bike tires, riders can enjoy the scenery, like the old coal dumps here.

The Kovalchick Salvage Company, which still owns the tourist train East Broad Top Railroad, donated some of the trail in 1991.

Bridges that cut the Ghost Town National Recreational Trail have been completed, and bikers or hikers can wander 36 miles of multipurpose trail that runs between Ebensburg and Black Lick. Northwest of Johnstown, the railroad line linked a handful of coal mining towns that have long ago disappeared.

While nearby, check the Johnstown Flood National National Memorial. Very interesting.

Little is left of the trail towns, and that is mostly on private property. But during this time of year, when some leaves are still left on the trees, and the rest are crunching under your bike tires, riders can enjoy the scenery, like the old coal dumps here.

The Kovalchick Salvage Company, which still owns the tourist train East Broad Top Railroad, donated some of the trail in 1991.

For Charlie and Barbara Gerlach, building a small sustainable farm in the mountains of northern Pennsylvania was a simple thing.

A few buildings, an organic garden, maybe an animal or two, and a view so beautiful Charlie can only call it "spectacular."

As happens so often, things didn't turn out exactly as planned. The 51-acre Berry Fields Farm has sprouted outbuildings, a bed and breakfast, a restaurant and gift shop.

Some reports have called the weekend's snow in the northern Pennsylvania mountains the earliest snowfall in 100 years.

By the time I arrived there on Sunday, most of the snow had melted, but that allowed easier wandering up and down the rocky trails. The sun was generally filtered by high clouds, keeping harsh shadows to a minimum. Having the colorful leaves lying on top of the snow made for interesting compositions. Electric yellow sassafras trees near the top of the hill screamed color, and even the red maples and yellow beeches seemed muted in comparison.

For those waiting for autumn's colors to arrive in York County, it's crawling south. Be patient, it's worth the wait.

October 16, 2009

Take a hike naked. Without your trusty tripod, that is.

Extra equipment weighs you down, gets in your way, and gets in other hikers' way. For slower shutter speeds like this one-- probably about a second or two-- steady the camera on a tree, rock, your knee, or just take a breath and hold it.

Enjoy the outdoors, don't make it a pack trip.

Three days roaming through Bradford and Sullivan Counties in northern Pennsylvania should be suggested as a tonic for those with stressed mind and body.

Visited new-found friends Charlie and Barbara Gerlach at Berry Fields Farm for a day or so, on Sunday hit the Sullivan County Fall Festival in Forksville, complete with chainsaw carving, lumberman's competition, and of course, some of the best festival food anywhere-- turkey legs, cabbage rolls and haluski.

On Monday, the fall colors were peaking and most visitors had returned to school, so I drove to Worlds End and then Ricketts Glen State Parks for a full day of hiking and absorbing the fall colors. About 3,000 people had visited on Sunday, so I thought that on Monday, the park would be mine. Wrong. Apparently, you can't keep a place like this secret for long.

The 4.2 mile hike down and back up the glen is a rigorous one, not for those hikers afraid of heights, rocky ledges, slippery surfaces or steep grades. Or anyone in a hurry. On both Saturday and Sunday, park rangers rescued hikers who had slipped-- rangers beg hikers to wear hiking boots-- and had to be taken off the trail. And, rangers ask you to stay on the trails. Photographers can get terrific pictures here without putting themselves-- and the rangers who have to rescue them-- in danger.

But the view is worth the effort. Because it's a steep trail, I'd suggest NOT taking a tripod, or at least a very, very light one. There's always something around that can steady your camera enough for a decent photo. Take as little equipment as possible so it doesn't get in the way of the hike. A lens cleaning cloth will eliminate splashes. Take a bottle of water and maybe a snack.

Above all, don't hurry. Your camera will handle the sense of vision. Wander slowly enough to feel and smell the fall air, listen to the leaves fall and water splash. You'll thank yourself later.

It was just outside The-Middle-Of-Nowhere, Nebraska, as I recall.
I was headed to the grand Colorado mountains to photograph the glorious aspen trees, in all their blazing yellow glory. I had stopped to fill the van again with gas, and started up a conversation with a gentleman from Colorado on the next pump. "Where ya headed?" I hollered over. "The Pocono Mountains", he yelled back. "There's some terrific color there."

You always want what you don't have.

Here we were, two color-seekers headed in opposite directions to see what the other sees every autumn. But, he had a point. Colorado's color is amazing, an electric yellow that is usually seen only in flowers. But it's only yellow. He was coming east to see our reds, oranges and yellows. And purples so vibrant they are nearly blue.

With that in mind, I drove north to Vermont Sunday and swung back through New York's Adirondack MountaIns looking for early fall color. OK, it might be a bit early here, but it's been a long summer. I just wandered until I found something besides green. The Catskills had some color, and central Vermont too, but according to the Weather Channel's Fall Foliage maps, the Adirondacks Park was the place to be.

The central Adirondack Trail, or route 28 through the mountains, is a wonderful drive. Colorful forests are everywhere, small towns huddle around quiet lakes and the locals are happy to point out their favorite places.

Shooting fall color is as easy as stepping in puddle. And there was plenty of that going on. it was a rainy weekend there. Windshield wipers worked overtime. As the movie "Bridges of Madison County" correctly pointed out, "cloudy bright" is perfect for shooting-- subdued shadows, but enough light to 'pop' the color. Sunday, however, was just plain cloudy. Not bright. Dull.

Didn't get many pictures, but that's OK. There are plenty of weekends left, and I'll just follow autumn south.

Even if you aren't a photographer, get outside. Miracles are happening everywhere.

'Was looking to photograph anything that moved, and some things that didn't during a recent outing in southern York County and found this water snake looking for lunch.

After about 20 minutes it still hadn't found fish swimming over the falls. It's a good bet that a fish in its mouth would have been a better picture, but because I have the patience of a four-year old, I was off to find something else.

I probably should have stayed, eh?

Spent Sunday checking out sailboats on Lake Redman, just south of York. About a dozen boats toured the course, making some interesting photos.

There were interesting mainly because they were radio controlled model boats, but with canoes and kayaks behind, they appeared to be full-size.

As long as Justin Teague had a fishing pole in his hand, he could get splashed all he wanted on the new fishing wharf at Conowingo Dam in Maryland. On these recent miserably hot days, who can blame him for being more interested in being splashed than catching a trophy fish?

Justin laid down his pole for a few minutes and security chased him off the pier. It's for fishing, the security man said, not for wading or swimming.