I don’t have a subscription to Outside Magazine, but I probably should. Not only do I end up grabbing a new copy at Barnes & Noble almost every month when I go in for a walk through, but I actively look for the next issue to come out. While it can sometimes border on too
Category: Pennsylvania
The holiday season is officially over which on one hand is depressing. Nothing says happiness to me more than Christmas break in NEPA. On the other hand, a respite is clearly needed. I always wonder where the people I talk to, coworkers and students, spend the holidays that they deem, “so relaxing.” While I love
I’m in NEPA this weekend for a good friends’ wedding. I’m pumped for the wedding (the reception is in Scranton) but also exicted to be visiting NEPA during one of my favorite times of the year. Since it’s where I’m currently based, a large majority of my posts deal with the southeastern portion of PA, and I realized I have to give
I keep getting the same reaction when I tell people I went to an Oktoberfest this weekend: “that’s weird, it’s only September.” Only, it’s not weird. It’s reality. The original German Ocktoberfest is mostly in September. Started in 1810, it’s a sixteen day festival that ends the first Sunday in October. With 5 million visitors annually, it’s
Story of my life: “I’m going to stay in and have a low-key weekend so I can give my body and bank account a rest” gets tossed aside because of peer pressure. I don’t know what age this pressure stops at, but I hope it’s soon. I have the convictions of a thirteen year old
Growing up in NEPA you learn to love Coors, Miller, and PBR (in an unironic manner). Craft beer wasn’t part of the vocabulary and microbreweries were few and far between. Regional beer was limited to good old Lion’s Head. Lancaster has a surprising number of small microbreweries and brew pubs. I say surprising, because while I was always aware of their
As far as races go, the trend thats been dominating the past couple of years is mud-runs. It seems that every few weeks somebody I know on Facebook pops up with pictures from a Spartan Race or Tough Mudder. Even my mother has been in one. My buddy and I just signed up for a Tough Mudder in
Last weekend, after recovering from my jet lag for two days, I set sail for State College (Bellefonte to be more precise) to attend the State College Brewing Expo. My buddy who goes to grad school at Penn State invited a few of our high school friends to attend. I always have fun with this group,
“What do you like better, Christmas or Wedding Season?” “The answer would be, um, Picnic Season?” Picnic season in NEPA is a big deal. It’s a dying deal, but still a big deal nonetheless, and something that, to me, defines summertime and growing up. Every summer, for as long as I can remember, weekends were dominated
For our kayaking trip this past weekend, we left from the small town of Milford, PA. I’ll admit the day we left, it was early, and I was tired so I just sort of chucked Milford up to another Pennsylvania small town. We did have lunch at a neat place called the Black Bear Cafe, a
PA Weekend Fun 
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