I need miles today to start my week right and I head for one of Pittsburgh’s major parks to find them. Mine is one of two cars in the gravel lot I choose despite the fact that this is a weekend morning and there’s no shortage of athletes in the vicinity. Covid fears reign in […]Read more "Where the Wild Things Are"
Just a quick post on the Armstrong Trail today, probably of interest mostly to western Pennsylvanians. This was where Susan and I just spent a happy Saturday, checking on what’s accessible in the spring of 2017. Like almost all other rail trails, efforts are being made to expand the trail along more disused rail line […]Read more "A Stretch on the Armstrong"
Running several miles on a developing rail trail earlier today, I thought again about how much good these flat paths do me here in western Pennsylvania. The wealthy industrialists who saw these corridors built could never have imagined their ultimate purpose. They were only seeking profit at the time of construction but in so doing, […]Read more "More Celebration of Trails"
When I first came to Pennsylvania, I set out to explore it. My wanderings largely followed water routes, much like the early forays of the pioneers of Penn’s Woods. And one day I found a muddy, rutted, disused parking space next to Buffalo Creek and a sort of trail originating across a mound of rock […]Read more "When Rails Become Trails"
Brook trout are one of the most elemental components of the story I’m telling in The Dying Fish. I simply wouldn’t have a book called The Dying Fish if not for brook trout. Paradoxically, it’s a book about the threats to their perpetuation and, at the same time, it’s a story about resilience, about a […]Read more "Brookies and Beavers and Snakes, Oh My!"