The first step on our
way back was to get out of New York and make our way through the state of
Pennsylvania. Stops along the way in the small town of Wellsboro and the tiny
town of LA Porte allowed us to take in a couple of things that we didn't really
know about until we got here.
Ricketts Glen State Park
near La Porte is an absolute gem of a park. While we really didn't have the
time to take it all it, we were able to get the best part. Colonel R. Bruce
Ricketts purchased this land in 1868 for the purpose of timber. Upon exploring
his land, he discovered that two different branches of Kitchen Creek had carved
deep gorges through his land over the centuries. The two branches of Kitchen
Creek met in the center of his land forming a huge “Y”. Being a member of the
Wyoming Historical and Geological Society, he recognized the importance of his
discovery and was careful to preserve it.
The Park contains the
most dramatic of Ricketts’ discovery. A 3 plus mile loop trail takes you down
one branch of Kitchen Creek to where the two branches merge, and then back up
the other branch. The centuries of carving have created dramatic waterfalls
along both branches prior to where they merge, and the loop trail takes you
past all of them.
According to park
literature, there are 22 waterfalls within this area. But the Woman and I think
that is very misleading. There may be only 22 immense falls that Ricketts had
personally named (all with native American themed names), there are easily
80-100 some odd waterfalls, with many of the unnamed falls being as beautiful
as some of the named ones. This one is now named Robin Falls, although we
weren’t able to put a name plaque on it for lack of tools and materials.
The rain we had been
getting improved our viewing considerably. And we got really lucky when we went
– we assumed since it was a dreary day during the middle of the week that we
would have no problem getting in. Well, even though we got pretty wet during
the one heavy rainfall period in our hike, when we arrived at the trail-head,
the ample parking lot nearly full already. By the time we left, the lot was
full, closed by Park Rangers, and people coming at that time had to park
another mile away!
Near Wellsboro are
Leonard Harrison and Colton Point State Parks. Named for local civic leaders
who were in part responsible for preserving this area for public use, the parks
are on the bluffs on either side of the Pine Creek Gorge. The gorge formed by
Pine Creek has earned the name Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania. We visited
Harrison State Park in the afternoon and strolled the short paths along the
bluffs overlooking the Canyon. The views were spectacular – not the rocky
jagged look of the Arizona version. But while these fuzzy densely forested
hillsides looked different than their namesake, the Canyon is over 800 feet
deep and only a bit over a quarter mile across, so the nickname does seem to
fit.
Near the edge of the Park
is a ranger tower that dates back to the times of George Washington Sears. Sears
was an early conservationist in the late 1800’s, and a writer for Field and
Stream Magazine. The Tower, as it is known locally, allows elevated views of
the Canyon, as well as views for hundreds of miles in all direction. Under
private ownership now, we found the owner’s technology to be very interesting –
they actually had a live credit card scanner linked both to a satellite dish
and to a full body turnstile. You swipe your card, the satellite obtains
instant approval of the charge, and the turnstile clicks – only one person can
squeeze through at a time!
In the morning, even
though it was raining and only 37 degrees, before we hit the road again we
biked 6 miles into the Grand Canyon. An early logging railroad had been built
in the base of Pine Valley Gorge. That rail spur has been converted to a multipurpose
path. Hikers, bikers and horses are all allowed to use some portion of the path
– its maybe over 20 feet wide. Local tour companies run huge horse drawn wagons
up and down the path for the enjoyment of visitors to the area.
We biked donning our
heavy gloves and coats, we biked until we were well past the overlooks we had
been at the night before. And not only did we get an up close and friendly look
at the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania, but we ended up with it being a wildlife
excursion. Since it was spitting a bit and 37 degrees, nobody was out and
about. So we spotted 3 deer down by the creek getting a morning drink – they
quickly scattered when they heard the crunching of our bike tires on the
gravel. We also spotted at least 3 Bald Eagles – since they were flying down
the gorge as we biked, we don’t know for sure if we saw just 3, or if maybe
some that we thought were the same were actually different birds – maybe we saw
as many as 6.
Chilled to the bone, it
was still a wonderful 12 odd miles. We mounted the bikes and got on our way.
Talk to
you soon!
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