Northwest Lancaster County River Trail
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
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
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.
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
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.
I crept cautiously through the damp grass along the tree line following the dim calls of the huddled geese. I was only rocking a 28-70 on my A7M2 so I needed to be close. As I crossed the road the geese slowly materialized from a dense fog wall hugging the Conodiguinet Creek that sat behind them.
It would seem that this winter in Harrisburg isn’t going to be much of a winter. Most days the temperature tops off in the 50’s and only dips into the high 30’s at night. We have been greeted with more days of fog than days of snow. As of the writing of this post we haven’t received any calculable snow fall, a fact that I wish weren’t true.
I am no stranger to the clamorous crows that frequent Harrisburg in the winter months of the year, but I have never seen this many crows, this close, ever. Hell, I have never seen this many birds together at once, period. I don’t even want to venture with a number, but they were plentiful. If you’re on a desktop, be sure to click on each image to get a better look at their numbers.
My last hike of 2017 wasn’t scheduled, but it was enjoyed. The winter sun was hanging low in the sky when Sam hit me up. He was sitting bored at his house and debating on playing some video games, but before he did he hit me up. I suggested we go out to the forest for a quick hike to breath in some fresh mountain air. He agreed.
As I mentioned in my previous post, my brother and I headed out for a super moon scout. We stopped at various points along the