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Pack it In!

My motto- you can sleep when you’re dead.

When I saw this on the door of the Cafe LeMont up near State College, Pa. I laughed. It is so true. Carpe Diem, seize the day, pack it in. Janet always says I am in a hurry and always rush her into things. But when she gets it together and packs it in, she is happy. She doesn’t want to miss anything. And when we get together with our friends, Judy and Mike Smith, they are definitely cohorts in crime when it comes to squeezing every opportunity out of a day. Janet just rolls her eyes at the three of us but always complies. She may be tired at the end of a day, but always glad that she ……..packed it in.

Mike and Judy Smith- out hiking, cycling, and ski buddies. They are professionals at packing it in.

So, Janet said to me last week, ” where do you want to go for your birthday?” I really didn’t know, and we settled on a trip to State College with the Smiths. Janet and Judy were room- mates at PSU and Mike and I are usually along for the ride. We had not been to State College for a while and decided that would be a fun place to go. We stayed at the newly refurbished Nittany Lion Inn which was available because it was a non- football weekend. The busy itinerary for the weekend began when Janet and I drove to the Cafe Lemont, had lunch, and then donned the backpacks and headed up Mt. Nittany for a hike. Judy and Mike arrived a little later, and they set the land speed record up and back. LOL!! We all laughed and headed to check in at the hotel, shower, and then out to eat. No grass was growing under our feet that day. Hiking up Mt. Nittany is always fun and a rite of passage for Penn Staters. Again – Mike and I were along for the ride.

The view of Beaver Stadum from the top of Mt. Nittany.

Judy and Janet on their beloved Nittany Lion. Judy was a cheerleader back in the day. She still could be one.

After a quick cup of coffee the next morning, we all went out to Shingletown Gap for another hike. A beautiful trail with wonderful scenery and lots of rocks. I told them all that the people who hike the Appalachian Trail always call Pennsylvania ” Rocksylvania” because it is one of the more challenging sections on the route. Mike and I would agree because, as we knew full well, the subsequent mountain bike ride for the both of us would be full of challenging rocks. The ladies regrouped back at the Inn and Mike and I made our way to the Longberger Path and the Tussey Mountain Trail in the Rothrock State Forest. A route that he and I have ridden many, many times on our PSU weekends for football games with the ladies and their clan. As we made our way to the” Beer Tap” which is a fun marker at the confluence of a couple of trails, we forged ahead through heinous rock gardens along the way and wondering where the heck that Beer Tap was so we could begin the long descent back to the car. Mike led the way as I watched him battle the rock sections for as long as he could riding his bike before we had to hike some sections. But as the sun was setting, it was cold on the descent and the shower back at the hotel was a welcome relief. That trail seems longer and longer every year. Could it be that I am just getting older? Hmmm.

If you ever get the chance to see a NCAA Div 1 Volleyball game- go do it. Exciting.
Mike Smith at the Beer Tap- Tussey Mountain Trail
The Tussey Mountain Trail- Rocksylvania for sure.

Rushing back to pack it in some more after the hike and the ride, we all made our way to Rec Hall to watch the women’s volleyball game between PSU and Illinois. An exciting match for sure and thankful that Judy got tickets. We rushed to The Tavern right after the game, rammed down some food and then began our walk through the town and back up the hill to the hotel. A long day but …………….you can sleep when you’re dead. Right?

The next morning, after a road coffee, we did another hike at Mt. Nittany, had some lunch at the Cafe LeMont again and headed back home. A whirlwind couple of days which was anything but relaxing, but we did a lot and I, for one, was happy. The more I can pack in, the better I like it. Janet rolls her eyes again. But she knows who she married.

In the gondola in Utah with the Smittys and our friends Ralph and Amy Phillips

We will be heading back out west for another ski trip with the Flying Smittys this winter and I am sure that they will be up at at em early as is their usual protocol. Janet is used to the deal by now seeing that we have been taking ski trips with the Smiths for quite a while now. They love to ski, I love to ski, and Janet- well, once she is out and at it, loves to ski too. We just have to crowbar her out sometimes. LOL!!

So, I guess, the moral of the story for me here is ……………..get it while you can. There are so many opportunities in life that the operative word these days should be” yes”. It doesn’t have to be far away from home either. Lots of good places to visit and pack it in right in your home state. Great to travel, great to pack it in out of state or out of the country, but always wonderful to go for the gusto right in your neck of the woods. Remember- you don’t quit doing things because you get old, you get old because you quit doing things. Thanks for reading and pack it in – will ya?

A post snowshoe picnic right near the trails near our house. With the Smittys!
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Just as Nice

View from North Face at Seven Springs Mountain Resort

My friend Helen Durfee, born in Pa, resided for years in Vermont, and now lives in Tahoe, always said…” fall is just as pretty in Pennsylvania as it is in Vermont. Vermont is just a little more dramatic.” Probably a fair statement seeing that the Green Mountains of Vermont are higher and are a little more dramatic landscape than the Laurel Highlands and our central mountains in the Allegheny National Forest. But again- taking nothing away from our Laurel Highlands and Allegheny National Forest, that burst with color at this time of year. I love the fall. As much as I see fall ushering in the winter ski season, I am in no hurry to rush into winter.

Years ago, I started to ride a mountain bike in the fall after the road riding season was starting to get a little cold and wet. I purchased a Scott steel framed mountain bike. Rigid fork,( shocks had not yet been developed for mountain bikes), cantilever brakes and balloon knobby tires seemed to be a fun alternative to riding in the nasty fall conditions on the road. I loved testing my mettle on the trails as it was all new to me. Many of the trails that I had hiked, or ran, now opened up to me as a new venue for cycling. Fast forward to today, I no longer race or have to keep up to the guys in front of me. I can leisurely ride and take in the fall colors.

Amazing what you can see from the seat of a mountain bike. Two bear cubs at the property trails at the Lodge at Glendorn. Bradford, Pa.
Skipper Lake – Lodge at Glendorn.

If we have a fairly dry, cool fall, the colors seem to respond and the recipe for good fall foliage is not compromised by foul weather. This has been the case so far here in Western Pa. As I get older, I start to take in more and look around on my rides. I enjoy the moments with my pals on the trails but I also value time alone out there. Time to think, time to enjoy the views, and breathe in the cool, fall air without being in oxygen debt all the time. I have gone through my share of bikes over the years, but I always think back to those early days on the Scott (1988) and what a great time mountain biking has shown me. Friendships developed, great ride memories all over the country, and in particular great riding experiences in the fall- right here at home.

Pete Hilton and Mark ” Shark” Sauers slowing down a little bit and taking it in at our secret riding place.

As I enter the next decade soon, I think how mountain biking has helped me stay fit for my age, and how the fall season has always been a great time to ride. Beautiful colors, cool breezes, no bugs, and waning daylight all contribute to a great experience. I hope that you can take in some of the great scenery and weather before it turns. Make an effort to get out and see the fall foliage. You don’t have to ride, you can hike or walk on nice trails all over our region. All you have to do is walk out the door. Enjoy and thanks for reading.

The bride hiking at Laurel Mountain . We were out there again this past weekend.
Upper Wildcat at Laurel Mountain – getting ready for ski season.

” God saw all that He had made, and it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning.”

Genesis 1-31

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