Saturday, May 02, 2015

Liquid Joy

Penns Creek - April, 2015
 Fysshynge wyth an angle in the Ralph W. Abele Memorial Glen.
One of my very favorite places in the world.

 Narcissus Rebirth

17" Grannom Gourmand

R. B. Winter Trail

Ralph W. Abele Memorial Glen

18" Hendrickson Devourer


Springtime in the Seven Mountains

Caddis Consumer

Poh Valley

Riparian Wetlands and Loam

Poe Paddy

Poe Paddy Trestle

"15  Hendrickson Connoisseur

Rise and Shine



Cherry Run

Cherry Run Cataract

Kick a Fish!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Bob Webber

Robert Webber
1934 - April 21, 2015

It is with great sadness and a heavy heart that I learned today of the passing of a true Pennsylvania legend. Bob Webber, the iconic Bard of Pine Creek, departed this life on Tuesday April 21st after a short bout with cancer at the Williamsport Medical Center. A place that must have been the absolute antithesis of his hand built, off-the-grid, mountaintop cabin that he and his late wife Dottie lived in for the past 40 years while overlooking the mountains and valleys of  his beloved Pine Creek Valley and Slate Run.

If you've ever hiked, skied or snowshoe'd the network of trails that make up the Black Forest Trail system or the Golden Eagle Trail or the Bob Webber Trail (he built this one when he was 60 years old) then you owe Bob a debt of gratitude for building and maintaining them, often using only primitive tools to get the job done.

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music that he hears, however measured or far away"
-Henry David Thoreau

The wind now blows a little more forlornly through these mountains and the quiet riffles of the local streams are singing a melancholy tune now that Bob is no longer there to watch over and protect them.

Thanks for all the inspiration and exercise, Bob. And for everything you did to protect Pine Creek while sharing the peace and power of it's beautiful soothing mountains.

"Green blood fresh pulsing through the trees,
Blacks buds, that sun and shower distend;
All other things begin anew,
But I must end."
-Anne Reeve Aldrich, April-And Dying 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Bicycle Day - 2015

 Pine Creek Rail Trail - April 19, 2015

Today was one of those first  warm and sunny spring days after a long, cold, interminable winter. The kind of day where you say to yourself "Man, I wish I was alive." As I rode my bike through the spectacular Pine Creek Gorge Natural Area in Pennsylvania's Tioga State Forest I couldn't help but think back to another important event on this day in history.

"Last Friday, April 16, 1943, I was forced to interrupt my work in the laboratory in the middle of the afternoon and proceed home, being affected by a remarkable restlessness, combined with a slight dizziness. At home I lay down and sank into a not unpleasant intoxicated-like condition characterized by an extremely stimulated imagination. In a dream like state, with eyes closed (I found the daylight to be unpleasantly glaring), I perceived a an uninterrupted stream of fantastic pictures, extraordinary shapes with an intense, kaleidoscope play of colors. After some two hours this condition faded away."

Three days later, on April 19, 1943, Albert Hofmann intentionally ingested 250 micrograms of LSD. This day is now known as "Bicycle Day" because upon feeling the effects of the extraordinary substance he rode home on his bike, and that became the worlds very first intentional acid trip.

The Old Blackwell Train Bridge

Fork Hill

Pine Creek Gorge Natural Area

Bohen Run

River of Pines

Wild and Scenic Pine Creek

Pine Island Run Bridge

Fast Water in Early Spring

Shadows and Light Beneath Red Ledge Ridge

Approaching Tiadaghton
Tiadaghton Campground
Deep in the heart of the Pine Creek Gorge Natural Area.

This bike trip is dedicated to the memory of Albert Hofmann; the brilliant chemist, scientist, thinker and humanitarian whose extraordinary discovery arrived at just the right moment in the evolution of  human consciousness.

Albert Hofmann Light Painting Portrait
(by Dean Chamberlain)

Shine On You Crazy Diamonds