Monday, February 13, 2017

Shawnee State Park Revisited

So, I've decided that Shawnee State Park (the one in Pennsylvania, not Ohio) is one of my favorites.  The lake is its centerpiece, of course, and it's got a beach and all that aquatic stuff.  But the park also has a really nice campground and some pretty good trails.
Plus, it's in the "Ridge and Valley Province" with its low ridgelines (see in the distance) and its broad, lovely valleys.  This is truly scenic country, the old Pennsylvania of myth and legend, where contour-plowed hillsides run up the lower reaches of the mountains, and big, prosperous farmhouses of ages past stand squat and graceful along winding roads.  Most of the barns are well kept and marked with hexes.  
I had a bit of a prejudice against Shawnee because the first few trails I walked in this park were maintained with a lawnmower, and the woods were remarkably southern with lots of low pines and almost no understory.  But today I found that the park also contains typical eastern mountain forest, too, as in the second-to-the-last photo.
There are scads of historic markers along all the roads down here.  I'd like to stop and read them all, but time is never on my side.  And of course, here in the south-central part of the state, you've got to have covered bridges.  This is the Colvin Bridge, located on a public roadway on the edge of the park.
The bridge is seen here from within the park.  Notice the big redbrick farmhouse sitting among the trees to the right of the bridge.  The thing is enormous, probably six bedrooms.  This is Trump Country, to be sure, which is a horror and an embarrassment.  But it's also historic and beautiful.
And here's the Forbes Trail, which is said to more or less follow the route that General Forbes cut through the virgin forest from Carlisle to Pittsburgh in a successful bid to route the French from the Ohio River Valley.  Carlisle was the westernmost town before the mountains back in the 1750s. For that matter, it still is...
Even though I had a whole Saturday to myself to do whatever I pleased--the wife and kids out of town--I didn't have time to do all the exploring that I wanted to do at the park.  Sadly, I was also preoccupied on this visit, dwelling on stress-inducing things that were to take place later in the weekend.   I hate to have things hanging over my head, and it did dampen my experience of an otherwise wonderful park.  I'd like to say I'll go back soon, but two hours and fifteen minutes each way is just so far to drive.  But I do love the countryside out this direction.  Everything out here is so much neater, and cleaner, and the views are so much more expansive.  You forget just how claustrophobic Pittsburgh is until you get into a place like this.

More Cabins in the Woods...and a Few Ruins

Somehow winter was still making a stand up in the Laurel Highlands, even though Pittsburgh has had one protracted November, with only one significant snowfall. This is the main road through Linn Run State Park and on into the Forbes State Forest.  
On this trek, again, I had the place largely to myself, and so I found myself trekking past more of these little snowbound cottages and cabins within the bounds of the park.  Too bad they're closed for the winter.  I'd think winter would be the best time to come up here and hole up.
 The Adam Run Trail passes practically through the backyards of some of these places...though I did sneak up to the edge of the bluff to look down onto the properties.  
The trail also passes by a few ruins of old cabins, chimney stacks and foundations marking the spots.
I've wondered about this cabin before.  It sits right off the road that passes through the park and up the mountainside to the summit, which is on state forest land.  It seems derelict and a little spooky, but my guess is that somebody still uses it.
The Brant Trail, which is the second trail I took, winds up behind that selfsame cabin, and here it is as seen from above and behind.  The ascents are pretty glorious.
This menacing little shack sits along the trail with "No Trespassing" signs in the doors and windows.  With all respect to the rural poor, it looks like a scene from the movie Deliverance.
You have to stray off the Brant Trail to get to the summit of the hill that you're skirting.  It comes up here to Old Rector Edie Road, which I've encountered in other hikes.  I liked the silence and snowy fields with the steep, woody drop unseen to the left.  
Returning to the Adam Run area, I walked along the creek and discovered this spectacular old ruined stone house.  Just look at this place!  I wonder why it was just allowed to rot away like this.  It stands on a low bluff above the stream, surrounded by rhododendrons and hemlocks.