As you may have gathered from my Instagram jawn (widget at right, or follow me on yon jawn @mauleofamerica — I have a @phillyskyline one too, just need to figure out how/when to roll that out), I spend a lot of time in the Wissahickon. It’s the main reason I moved to Mount Airy.
Growing up in Central PA, I spent a lot of time in the woods with my dad, and going with my folks to places like Tyrone’s Reservoir Park and Indian Lookout in Rothrock State Forest; even the “beaches” we had, at Raystown Lake and Prince Gallitzin State Park, were surrounded by forest. The Appalachian Trail passes nine miles from Shippensburg, and I much preferred it to studying. In my three and a half years in Portland, my neighborhood park, Mount Tabor, rose 400′ from the street grid and encompassed 200 acres and had several miles of trails. I may be a city person now, but I needs my trees and hills, man. (No offense, South Philly.)
Lots more from the Wissahickon to come, including a big announcement coming this week. In the meantime, in between time, a few more pics from yesterday.