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Showing posts with label Jim Thorpe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jim Thorpe. Show all posts
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Monday, September 28, 2009
The Search For Glen Onoko
Dani & Vic stayed at our place Sunday night before returning home, newly wed, so we decided to give them a little adventure they could bring home and tell all their friends about. We tried to anyways.
Glen Onoko falls is the chosen destination. A little investigating told us that it's a lovely 75 foot drop in Jim Thorpe that lies deep in the woods and offers an intimate spot for picnicking and photos oppurtnities but that they can only be reached by way of a "rugged hike" over "treacherous obstacles" that are "not recommended for inexperience hikers". Sounds good to me. Let's go!
We thought we'd stop by "our" waterfall first, to get them broken in for the hike ahead. It's kind of hard to believe that this really does lie just off the road by our house, but is mostly unknown about by locals, and everyone we bring here is surprised by the spot. It's ours. You can't have it.
It's higher than it looks.
Watch your step. This rock path is new.
The climb back up is not as fun.
Missed the jump, but you get the idea.
From there it was all downhill. No pun intended. We quickly came to a crossroads and we had to decide which way to go. We attempted to consult a map, but instead of actually using it, we just posed with it for a quick photo op and then foolishly put it away.
I'll try to sum up the next two hours of our lives in one word: Lost. It was a great time (had by me & Vic at least) climbing thru pricker bushes & ascending some pretty serious summits, but we quickly realized that we were in no way, shape or form on anything that even closely resembled a path. But we pressed on, thinking a neatly worn out strip of hiking road would be just over that next rock. It wasn't.
Wishing Laura good luck.
Yeah that looks easy.
We managed to reach the top of the mountain, or the equivalent of the top for us, enjoying a short break to catch our breath and rehydrate and mostly just take in the view and discuss the descent.
Vic realizing we have just climbed the wrong mountain.
That is not happy to see me.
At that point we knew going back down was going to be much more difficult. And it was. Especially since Laura had a bum knee from the wedding (danced too hard) and all of us had much less energy than when we began the climb up.
So far so good.
You'll be glad to know we made it down safe and sound, obviously, and started heading back to the car, feeling defeated. That's when Vic spotted the actual trail, marked by red dots spray painted on the trees along the way. Awesome. Why couldn't we find those 2 hours ago. Dani & Vic decided to trudge on, may be the only chance they get, but since Laura's knee was bothering her, she & I decided to explore the lowlands. Smart choice I think. We'll come back sometime.
I gave Vic & Danielle the camera so that if they were to stumble upon the great Glen Onoko falls they'd have photographic evidence, and good thing I did, because they did.
They got this far and decided to fill up the water bottles and head back down. I have a feeling they were hungry and had had enough.
We made it to downtown Jim Thorpe around 5 o'clock, just as all the shops were closing. All except one.
The Country Cottage, home of the blue ribbon pickle!
They had buttons for sale.
Which we bought and ate in the street.
Not a big pickle fan but damn these were good pickles.
Starving, we hit the main drag Mexican place, who had delicious flautas & enchiladas but seemed to be in the midst of a chip & salsa shortage.
We never found Glen Onoko. Perhaps that's another adventure for another day.
[Laura recommended a song to accompany this post, but I just don't have it in my collection, but it was "Don't go chasing waterfalls, just stick to the rivers and the lakes blah blah blah blah". Good choice hun.]
Glen Onoko falls is the chosen destination. A little investigating told us that it's a lovely 75 foot drop in Jim Thorpe that lies deep in the woods and offers an intimate spot for picnicking and photos oppurtnities but that they can only be reached by way of a "rugged hike" over "treacherous obstacles" that are "not recommended for inexperience hikers". Sounds good to me. Let's go!
We thought we'd stop by "our" waterfall first, to get them broken in for the hike ahead. It's kind of hard to believe that this really does lie just off the road by our house, but is mostly unknown about by locals, and everyone we bring here is surprised by the spot. It's ours. You can't have it.
It's higher than it looks.
There's a money shot.
Watch your step. This rock path is new.
Seems like the trees have become evil-er.
The climb back up is not as fun.
Vic does his best Ralph Macchio impression.
Missed the jump, but you get the idea.
A mighty mountain climbing triumvirate.
Broken in. From there we made the rek to Jim Thorpe and found the trail entrance pretty easily.From there it was all downhill. No pun intended. We quickly came to a crossroads and we had to decide which way to go. We attempted to consult a map, but instead of actually using it, we just posed with it for a quick photo op and then foolishly put it away.
I'll try to sum up the next two hours of our lives in one word: Lost. It was a great time (had by me & Vic at least) climbing thru pricker bushes & ascending some pretty serious summits, but we quickly realized that we were in no way, shape or form on anything that even closely resembled a path. But we pressed on, thinking a neatly worn out strip of hiking road would be just over that next rock. It wasn't.
Wishing Laura good luck.
This is where we probably should have turned back.
Yeah that looks easy.
Phew, I spotted my wife.
We managed to reach the top of the mountain, or the equivalent of the top for us, enjoying a short break to catch our breath and rehydrate and mostly just take in the view and discuss the descent.
Vic realizing we have just climbed the wrong mountain.
I'm not bothered. The view is spectacular.
That is not happy to see me.
Yes, we did climb all the way to Heaven.
At that point we knew going back down was going to be much more difficult. And it was. Especially since Laura had a bum knee from the wedding (danced too hard) and all of us had much less energy than when we began the climb up.
So far so good.
Laura and prickly branches are not friends.
You'll be glad to know we made it down safe and sound, obviously, and started heading back to the car, feeling defeated. That's when Vic spotted the actual trail, marked by red dots spray painted on the trees along the way. Awesome. Why couldn't we find those 2 hours ago. Dani & Vic decided to trudge on, may be the only chance they get, but since Laura's knee was bothering her, she & I decided to explore the lowlands. Smart choice I think. We'll come back sometime.
I gave Vic & Danielle the camera so that if they were to stumble upon the great Glen Onoko falls they'd have photographic evidence, and good thing I did, because they did.
The great and glorious falls of Glen Onoko!!
Or not.
They got this far and decided to fill up the water bottles and head back down. I have a feeling they were hungry and had had enough.
We made it to downtown Jim Thorpe around 5 o'clock, just as all the shops were closing. All except one.
The Country Cottage, home of the blue ribbon pickle!
They had buttons for sale.
And lots of pickles...
Which we bought and ate in the street.
Not a big pickle fan but damn these were good pickles.
And Laura stole a flower from them.
Starving, we hit the main drag Mexican place, who had delicious flautas & enchiladas but seemed to be in the midst of a chip & salsa shortage.
That left one last thing to do in Jim Thorpe...
We never found Glen Onoko. Perhaps that's another adventure for another day.
[Laura recommended a song to accompany this post, but I just don't have it in my collection, but it was "Don't go chasing waterfalls, just stick to the rivers and the lakes blah blah blah blah". Good choice hun.]
Monday, October 20, 2008
All Thorpish & Maizey
Fran has a week off before she transfers to the new & nearer store in Mt. Olive so we've been able to plan a few little days trips, the first of which occurred yesterday...
Only recently have I learned what an amazing story is the life of Jim Thorpe, but now I know the town that bares his name is equally as intriguing. Known as "Switzerland of America" and renamed from it's original Mauch Chunk to Jim Thorpe sometime after his death in the 50's, this minute little town rests in a valley between four or five sprawling mountain ranges that stretch thru the Lehigh Valley (which we learned means "Where there are forks" so now we call the utensil drawer "Lehigh") and has been drawing a good bit of tourism for quite a few decades. The only downside is the one highway that goes in & out of downtown, but the view from within the gridlock is more than enough to divert your attention (in a good way) and the absence of traffic while walking the streets is ideal.
So on to it...
We parked by my old pal the River Gorge and navigated a few rock beds to get a closer look and draw with some charcoal rocks. That's when we knew we had a beautiful day ahead.
One of the things Jim Thorpe is reknowned for is its railroad. It has a running Reading & Northern rail line that creeps along the mountain ranges (we didn't go), a large model train museum & display (we didn't do that either) and quite a few antique train cars throughout various spots in the city (we saw those).
Jim Thorpe is also known for its stylish architecture and picturesque landscape from within the city itself & tho I feel a few shops have unfortunately modernized themselves a bit, most of them still have their original paint jobs and crooked floors you wouldn't wanna be wearing rollerskates on.
We did a fair share of antiquing which got out tummies rumbling so we looked for a restaurant of some sorts. Fran couldn't decide if she wanted Tex-Mex or Italian. We stood in front of the two stores for about 20 minutes.
And pizza it was! BLT pizza & cheese fries.
From there we were ready for more and had walked both streets in town. Yup, small visit. So we hopped back in the car, off roaded over some mountains, and headed south to New Tripoli, the site of none other than the infamous Bear Rock Junction, where we would find ourselves lost inside miles and miles of some of the tallest corn mazes (or maIzes) you'll find this side of someplace where tall corn grows.
We got there just as the sun went down so we had the unique experience of maneuvering most of the course in the dark, which is creepy enough even before they Halloweened the place up.
Good day. Go find yourself a corn maIze before it's too late!
click any photo for full album
Only recently have I learned what an amazing story is the life of Jim Thorpe, but now I know the town that bares his name is equally as intriguing. Known as "Switzerland of America" and renamed from it's original Mauch Chunk to Jim Thorpe sometime after his death in the 50's, this minute little town rests in a valley between four or five sprawling mountain ranges that stretch thru the Lehigh Valley (which we learned means "Where there are forks" so now we call the utensil drawer "Lehigh") and has been drawing a good bit of tourism for quite a few decades. The only downside is the one highway that goes in & out of downtown, but the view from within the gridlock is more than enough to divert your attention (in a good way) and the absence of traffic while walking the streets is ideal.
So on to it...
We parked by my old pal the River Gorge and navigated a few rock beds to get a closer look and draw with some charcoal rocks. That's when we knew we had a beautiful day ahead.
One of the things Jim Thorpe is reknowned for is its railroad. It has a running Reading & Northern rail line that creeps along the mountain ranges (we didn't go), a large model train museum & display (we didn't do that either) and quite a few antique train cars throughout various spots in the city (we saw those).
Jim Thorpe is also known for its stylish architecture and picturesque landscape from within the city itself & tho I feel a few shops have unfortunately modernized themselves a bit, most of them still have their original paint jobs and crooked floors you wouldn't wanna be wearing rollerskates on.
We did a fair share of antiquing which got out tummies rumbling so we looked for a restaurant of some sorts. Fran couldn't decide if she wanted Tex-Mex or Italian. We stood in front of the two stores for about 20 minutes.
And pizza it was! BLT pizza & cheese fries.
From there we were ready for more and had walked both streets in town. Yup, small visit. So we hopped back in the car, off roaded over some mountains, and headed south to New Tripoli, the site of none other than the infamous Bear Rock Junction, where we would find ourselves lost inside miles and miles of some of the tallest corn mazes (or maIzes) you'll find this side of someplace where tall corn grows.
We got there just as the sun went down so we had the unique experience of maneuvering most of the course in the dark, which is creepy enough even before they Halloweened the place up.
Good day. Go find yourself a corn maIze before it's too late!
click any photo for full album
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