One of my favorite parts of letterboxing is the navigation. I have always loved maps and the challenge of discerning exactly where to best start a hike or just how far on that log road we might be able to bike is like brain candy for me. The down side is that I am constantly agonizing over whether or not I have made the right choices and it sometimes gets in the way of enjoying the moment. It is one reason I prefer the planning stages of many activities.
We hiked the entirety of the Bob Weber Trail to Wolf Run Bald. The comments in the trail register almost always included exclamations about the length of the trail along side of the written marvels of the view. It is less than 2 miles to Wolf Run Bald Vista but quite a workout. Most folks think the distance was under estimated but, according to the track on our gps, it is not.
This trail is a perfect example of what we love about a hike. It has stunning vistas which can be argued to be better than any we have seen along the length of PA's section of the Appalachian Trail, Mid State Trail, or Quehanna Trail. What makes this little hike tops for us was the lack of foot traffic it receives. I realize not everyone signs into the trail logs but it is really only a handful a month even in the summer and fall. Unlike many sections of the AT where you have to step to the sides to avoid multiple day hikers, back packers and Scouting troops we only ran into one other hiker all day. He was through hiking the Black Forest Trail and seems rather shocked to come across a couple of day hikers even on this perfect Autumn day. The trail heads are so easy to get to but don't draw in the vast numbers of vista gawkers that have scrambled up the hill from Cabella's. Thanks to the Bloomies and jbzfarm for introducing us to this great location.
We ended our explorations before we had done everything that we had planned. I tired out much more quickly than I had expected and I realized that the rest of the afternoon was not going to be enjoyable for me if I continued to push. My understanding partner was ready for a Coke break and we grinned across a table at each other. We agreed that a break was much better than griping at letterboxing clues that weren't coming together for our tired brains just to add on six more miles or finds or peaks or vistas. We opted for the road more frequently traveled and traveled home to look back on another glorious day spent together in the heart of central Pennsylvania.







