I spent last weekend up in Vermont. One of my good college friends has a family lake house up there, and has been trying to get my college crew to go up and stay there, well, since college, which in my case, means for the past ten years. We finally relented and went for
Category: Small Towns
It’s been super rainy here the past few weeks, and I’m not going to lie, I’ve kind of been digging it. When you no longer have 2 months off every summer, and need to drag yourself into the office in the middle of the afternoon, rain can be a very good thing. It keeps me
I love going somewhere and being genuinely impressed, which was my experience this weekend when my brother, sister and I took a sibling hiking trip to Ohiopyle State Park, in southwestern PA. Ohiopyle is both the name of a town and a 19,000 acre Pennsylvania State Park known for its waterfalls, biking trails and what’s
I grew up in semi-rural North Eastern Pennsylvania (NEPA), on a tiny blip on the map called Browndale. I usually have to tell people I’m from Forest City, a slightly larger speck on the map known for being the starting spot of the Steamtown Marathon, having what the Forest City News thinks is the largest memorial to
I’ve decided to expand my “10 Easy and Cheap Things to Do in Philadelphia” post to some other places in PA. If you read that, the philosophy behind it was giving you some quick, easy, and cheap ideas for exploring a city a little bit more, even if your main intent is social (aka you’re
I’m a sucker for a good harbor town and duly impressed by military pomp and circumstance. Annapolis Maryland has both of these, and since Preakness is this weekend, I’m Maryland-theming the blog. Annapolis, a town of just under 40,000, is located on the Chesapeake Bay just 26 miles south of Baltimore and 29 miles east of Washington DC, is
I officially want to be a ski bum. I said so last year when we went to Lake Placid the first time, and I only feel stronger about it after this weekend. I’m writing this from bed. I haven’t properly slept since Thursday and muscles in my legs I didn’t even know existed are on fire.
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
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
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