Wandering Aimlessly
Wandering Aimlessly
Swinging Bridges
by Phil Burkhouse
Saturday, February 11th, was overcast and quite mild for a mid-winter day. There was eight inches of wet snow on the ground, and I had cabin fever. I said to Mary it would be a good day to go to Lick Island and get some winter pictures of the swimming hole. Mary told me I had enough pictures of Lick Island, but she would like to ride down county.
On the trip south we saw a small herd of elk bedded in a hemlock stand and a bald eagle perched in a tree just below Sinnemahoning. When we drove up Route 872 and turned into the Lick Island Forest Road, there were no tire tracks in the snow. Mary glanced nervously at me and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t drive up.” I grinned and said, “Don’t worry; I’m a big boy.” Uttering that phrase has produced dire consequences on several of our wandering aimlessly outings.