Fall Walk On The Northwest River Trail

Today, Molly is still off work. The weather was fairly nice, so we thought it would be an excellent day to get out for a walk and find some geocaches. That’s exactly what we did!

We debated where to go but wound up heading to the old trusty North West River Trail. Originally we were going to take a ride up to Conewago potholes, thinking the river would be very low since it has been so dry. I checked the levels, and they were higher than on our last visit, so we didn’t the to go there. There must have been a decent amount of rain upstream.

We went to the quieter section of the trail that is usually less busy. We were hoping to avoid bikes as much as possible. We were pretty successful at avoiding them!

Down towards the busier end of the trail, it gets loaded with rude bikers who ride side by side and fly past you. There have been times I have had to leave the trail. I guess since they are wearing their bright spandex. They think they’re in a race, and everything’s centered on them. There’s nothing wrong with wearing that bright spandex. I often wear it during my workouts. The world doesn’t need to see that, so I keep it at home. Someday I probably won’t care, but that’s a topic for a different post. There is something wrong with being an entitled twat, though. They really should have made the trail wider.

The cachers were nothing special, but they were fun, and it got us outside. The one I will remember the most is the one where I got swarmed but bees a summer or two ago. That day I got stung I can’t even remember how many times. It was not pleasant for a few hours. The sun was at an angle that meant I couldn’t really see to find them, but we enjoyed the fresh air.

The trail was leaf-covered. It was nice to hear the leaves crunching under my feet as I walked along. Hearing the sound of walking on them and the smell of them just brings back some of the great memories of my childhood. We went through a phase where we went walking in Neshaminy State Park very frequently and Tyler State Park sometimes on the weekends and such. It also brings me back to hunting season in the mountains, which was during the fall.

Shortly after we left the parking lot, we came to a bridge. As I always do, I stopped to look down the small stream towards the river. I saw movement but didn’t know what it was. Molly spotted a great crane flying and then landing not too far from us.

On our way back through, I stopped to grab a picture of the stream and, of course, to look and see whether there were any more cranes. There were no birds, but the sun was lined up just about perfectly with the stream.

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We got to an open area by the river so we headed down to feel some sun and enjoy the bright sunshine over the river. I thought this picture was neat with Brunner Island power plant’s smoke stacks putting out steam near the sun .