A Vacant Happy Valley
September 6, 2017
A few weekends ago, wow, almost a month ago, my brother Ryan and I both had the itch to get out of town for the
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Owasco Lake & Beyond
August 30, 2017
THE PREFACE Nothing quite like being the 7th wheel. Actually, maybe being the 9th wheel is similar to being the 7th wheel. I kid. I kid.
Northwest Lancaster County River Trail
August 11, 2017
You may or may not have noticed a slight change to the site. I am in the process, albeit a slow and procrastinatory one, of
HBG Brewing Ep. 1 – Kit-Style
May 1, 2017
Fog hung in the air as I crossed the Susquehanna headed to an undisclosed location in Harrisburg. After circling the well-lit blocks of historic Midtown for what felt like a small eternity, I found a spot to park. It was perfect. It had plenty of space and was the last spot behind a “no parking” sign, meaning I could pull right in. Behind me were the flickering orange lights of the Harvey Tailor Bridge, their effect magnified by the low hanging mist that clung to the river.
First Ride of the Year
April 4, 2017
Five days before winter storm Stella sauntered into the Harrisburg region, it was 60℉ and I was on my bike, wind streaming through my hair.
Sunset Kickin’ It
April 2, 2017
A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to hang out at a friend’s house. It was an unseasonably warm night, so instead of kickin’
Winter Storm Stella
March 21, 2017
Prior to March 14th 2017 Harrisburg Pennsylvania was on track to have the least snowiest winter in all of the years of recorded weather. But winter storm Stella had something to say that. I’m not entirely sure when or why we started naming storms, but whatever, Stella dropped 17 inches of fresh pow on most of the keystone state.
A Chill Time on the Battlefield
March 2, 2017
Every time I go to Gettysburg 2 things occur. I always seem to get a decent crop of photos and I always seem to leave
Pinchot Politickin’
February 24, 2017
A few weeks back I was cold kickin’ it when my cell phone jumped off the ringer. It was my good friend Bill. I could hear an elation in his voice that is usually not present. He blurted forth that he and his family had just purchased a small cabin along the Conewago Creek in northern York County.