If you’re checking in to read this post, you’ll notice some things have changed around here. Since I last wrote, I’ve had a change of heart.
For some time, I’ve had this weird feeling where I’ve been trying to walk down two paths instead of focusing on one. I had one foot on one path, and the other on another, while the rest of me is being split right in half. Not really focusing on anything in particular, but scrambling in a million different directions all at once.
In November, I admitted to myself that I don’t have what it takes to be a social media content creator. Since about September, I stopped enjoying the creative process involved in making content. Plus, starting this Fall, I felt like every app and company was pushing Generative AI onto its users. (I’m aware of the irony that I use WordPress, which promotes and utilizes artificial “intelligence” in its work.) Regardless, all I wanted to do, all I ever wanted to do, was keep my little old-school blog and write about what I love.
To be honest, it’s a little embarrassing to admit “I hate this and want to quit” after trying out something new… especially after attending events, meeting new people, and putting one’s self out there on the internet for all to see. Yet, I would rather be honest with those that supported me than fade away without a word.
At this point, I have made up my mind that I will leave all the posts as they are, but simply continue blogging as I desire. I’ll be saying goodbye to the Facebook and Instagram pages and keep only the blog.
I appreciate the support of readers over the last year. I learned a lot through my interactions with you and others in person and online. The only reason I even considered continuing to try is because I have truly enjoyed meeting you and knowing there are others that love Pennsylvania as much as I do.
During the last weekend of August, two of my sisters and I took a trip to Shaver’s Creek Environmental Center to explore. On Saturday morning, we hustled down the road, first stopping at The Naked Egg Café for brunch. About an hour before the Penn State football game kicked off, we were parked and walking into Shaver’s Creek. We were practically alone- it felt like everyone in the Centre Region was at the game!
Established in 1976, Shaver’s Creek Environmental Center is now an integral branch of Penn State Outreach. Shaver’s Creek is more than a “typical” environmental or nature center- in addition to hosting many programs for the public and Penn State students, the Center participates in a number of research projects ranging from citizen science to Appalachian Botany and Ethnobotany. My favorite Shaver’s Creek program is Community Nature Journaling, which has inspired me on my own nature journaling journey.
I was first introduced to Shaver’s Creek when taking my Pennsylvania Master Naturalist training classes in 2024. At the time, our classes were after-hours, and I could only explore small portions of the 7,000+ acres of it and Stone Valley Recreation Area. I have been back many times since exploring or attending programs hosted on its grounds. One of my favorite ways is to visit with family- there is something for everyone at Shaver’s Creek.
This Saturday, I wanted to share my favorite trail with my sisters. Together, we walked down the Point Trail to Sunset Point Pavilion. We were slow hikers, stopping many times to look at insects, lichen, or flowers. One of my sisters noticed a blacksnake shed- totally in one piece and very fresh. We put it back where she found it, so others could see the shed, too. Besides, if we wanted to find and keep a shed, I’m certain there’s one at home, from the blacksnake living in my garage!
We hung out at Sunset Point Pavilion for a long time, watching a flock of Canada Geese and some kayakers out on Lake Perez. The lake is the key feature of the Stone Valley Recreation Area, and Shaver’s Creek is deeply connected to it. Lake Perez is one of the locations of the Long-Term Ecological Reflections Project, and has experienced massive change over the last 20 years. For some time, the lake was drained, then eventually refilled. Now, Lake Perez is open to fishing and human-powered boating.
While hiking, we stumbled upon a geocache. It was my youngest sister’s first geocache- and my 41st find. It was a little tough to log the cache while out hiking- there is poor cell reception in the area, and only WiFi at the Center. For me, this is another reason why Shaver’s Creek is so wonderful- it’s the perfect place to go for an unplugged day outdoors.
After hiking around, we made a stop at Klingsberg Aviary. This is, by far and large, my favorite part of Shaver’s Creek. Four long buildings, mews, are home to a host of birds that now live in the care of devoted staff. For one reason or another, these birds have found themselves unable to return to life in the wild, and now they serve as avian ambassadors to the public. While Shaver’s Creek is home to a Red-Tailed Hawk, my favorite bird in residence is Jane the Sandhill Crane.
Unfortunately for us (well, me), Jane was not out-and-about in her mew during our visit. Currently, the Aviary is under renovation, and I can imagine it disturbs the birds quite a bit. While we were quietly observing the birds, Rosalie the Bald Eagle was out and surveying us with a sharp eye. As we were visiting her, she let out one of the signature Bald Eagle screeching laughs. Feeling oddly chastised by the bird, we tip-toed out of the Aviary and on to our next destination.
Our last stop at Shaver’s Creek was the Boardwalk. Neither of my sisters had been on the Boardwalk before, which perches over a leg of Lake Perez. While hiking, we found some White Turtlehead, an unusual late summer wildflower. We did a little more birdwatching and checked around for another geocache. Too quickly, it was time for us to head out for the day. As we hiked back to the Jeep, we started making plans for a return trip to Shaver’s Creek later in the Fall to search for geocaches.
If you are interested in visiting Shaver’s Creek Environmental Center, I highly recommend you go. The Center is open daily, from 10:00am to 5:00pm. You will need to be a little prepared before you visit- Shaver’s Creek is working on becoming a zero-waste facility, so you will need to recycle on-site or pack out your trash. Dogs are not permitted in the Aviary but may be at Shaver’s Creek or Stone Valley Recreation Area if they are on a 6-foot leash. Don’t forget lots of water and a trail map!
The 2025 Bill Russell Foray group photo, courtesy Rodney Spencer
Once our honeymoon wrapped up, there was one thing on my mind: the 2025 Bill Russell Foray, held by the Central Pennsylvania Mushroom Club. While we wandered through the Finger Lakes, I mulled over what the first weekend in August would have in store for me. I had never visited Camp Golden Pond, a Girl Scout Camp now transformed into a private campground. In my typical overthinker style, I read countless reports of other forays happening up and down the East Coast. By the time August 7th rolled around, I was exuberant.
On Friday afternoon, my sister and I took off in my loaded-up Jeep, headed for Petersburg. My sister was equally as excited as myself, and as we passed Jo Hayes Vista, we realized we were far ahead of schedule. To kill some time, we stopped at Shaver’s Creek Environmental Center. We zipped through the exhibits, tip-toed through Klingsberg Aviary, and took a long break kneeling in the lobby to watch a monarch caterpillar transform into a cocoon.
After the caterpillar sealed itself away, we hit the road again. We pulled into Camp Golden Pond right at 5 o’clock, finding ourselves in the middle of a busy scene. Some were setting up tents, and others were carrying gear indoors. My sister and I checked in at the registration table and headed over to Palmer Lodge to find some bunks on the Tussey Level. We had our pick of bunkrooms, as most were tenting. After setting up our bunks and stowing gear, we headed back up to Legacy Lodge for the commencement of our weekend.
Friday evening began with dinner, a taco bar prepared by club members. As the cleanup crew reset the hall for our guest speaker, the Silent Auction kicked off. Shortly after 7:30pm, our speaker for the evening was ready: Hanna Huber, Conservation Mycologist for the Pennsylvania Natural Heritage Program (PNHP). She spoke to us about her experience and love for mycology, and her goals for her work with PNHP. Her sincere passion for mycology and conservation shone through during her presentation. After her presentation, I felt even more inspired and excited for the day head.
Lake Louise at Camp Golden Pond
Saturday morning dawned bright and hot- the temperatures would later peak in the high 80s. After breakfast, we took a group photograph before heading off for our initial collecting walks. Everyone was worried about what we would find. Centre County had had several weeks of no rain and high temperatures; a poor recipe for good foraying. However, we were delighted to be proven otherwise. After walking around Lake Louise and up to Unit II, my basket was full of fungi and lichen. We returned to Legacy Lodge for lunch and initial mushroom identification.
This year, CPMC was trying something new with identification. Upon returning from a collecting walk, participants sorted their finds into three categories: pored mushrooms, gilled mushrooms, or “other, not gilled or pored.” Each specimen was given its own paper plate and a slip of paper with a simple form requesting information about the finder, location found, substrate, and general observations. I dutifully filled out the forms to the best of my ability, I am a beginner, after all! Our finds quickly filled the tables and the lodge with the subtle scent of the forest.
After lunch, we broke off into small groups for different activities. Some went to nearby Natural Areas for more collecting, others to a mushroom cultivation demo, or to a fabric dyeing activity. I chose to attend the fabric dyeing activity, which turned out to be loads of fun.
Over the ensuing hours, I learned that mushrooms and lichens can be used to dye natural fabrics and to make paints. As a small group, we worked together to dye silk squares with different types of mushrooms. We had our most striking results from using blood red webcap, dyer’s polypore, and artist’s conk. The breeze on Palmer Lodge porch kept us from being too hot as we checked water temperatures, steeped mushrooms, and soaked fabrics. In the middle of the activity, I rushed back up to Legacy Lodge to make a commemorative print of an Old Man in the Woods fungus, carved by artist Allan Sutley. With my print drying on my car’s dashboard, I rushed back to the porch to help tidy up and prepare the dyebaths for wool yarn. Colorful silk squares fluttered in the breeze as we returned to Legacy Lodge for dinner and our keynote speaker.
Our speaker for Saturday evening was Bolete Bill. His presentation, “Slugs, Bugs, and Other Mushroom Thugs” focused on connections in nature- how mushrooms are an integral part of habitats across the globe. I was really interested in all the different insects Bill introduced to us. Many different species of insects utilize mushrooms as nurseries for larvae, habitat for adults, and food supply for all phases of life. Some even carry mycelium with them to cultivate fungi to feed its larvae! I could have listened to Bolete Bill speak all night.
After breakfast the following morning, we split into two groups: one focusing on completing mushroom identification, and the other at a cooking demonstration in the kitchen. My sister was teaching us to prepare mushroom tartlets- an hors d’oeuvre of savory sauteed mushrooms secured to puff pastry with herbed cream cheese. While we waited for the tartlets to finish in the oven, she shared with us her pre-made loaded mushroom dip- equally delicious and easy to prepare.
This gigantic polypore was found by a club member before the Foray started
With the cooking demonstration over, and Legacy Lodge cleaned, it was time for us to depart. I was exhausted, but happy- I had spent the whole weekend surrounded by other amateur and professional mycologists, people who care as deeply about fungi, lichen, and nature as myself. With plans to attend next year and participate in leading group activities, my sister and I jumped in the Jeep and headed home.
The sun beat onto my back as I crossed Park Avenue and into the Arboretum at Penn State. By the time I reached the wetland bridge, I felt thawed from a long morning spent working in a chilly office. I last shared a visit to the Arboretum with you in February, when the gardens lay dormant. In August the gardens hum with life- plants, animals, and insects.
Several construction workers perched on the wall near the Margery Enes Smith Soaring Waters fountain, sharing their lunches away from their jobsite. I took a seat on the bench and snacked on a granola bar, tucking the trash in my pocket before entering the Oasis Garden.
Bird and Pollinator Garden
At this time of year, the Lotus Pool was full of flowers. Several different types of lotuses are planted in the pool, and one looked like the American Lotus. Nelumbo lutea is a member of the water-lily family that grows in still waters and blooms from June through September. According to the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center, it is native to the continental United States. Mississippi State University Extension shares that the roots, leaves, and seeds are edible when properly harvested and prepared. As I’m not inclined to forage from public gardens, I continued my walk.
I passed quickly through the Rose and Fragrance Garden and into the Pollinator and Bird Garden. Glorious native plants shone in the sunlight; a variety of goldenrod species and asters fluttered in the light breeze. I walked in circles for a while, waiting for a seat to open in the Birdhouse, but none came available, and instead I went into Childhood’s Gate Children’s Garden.
Cave with Barn Swallow
There were a few families packing up after an event, and I kept my distance and went into the artificial cave. The call of a Barn Swallow echoed in the small, cool space. I found the swallow perched on one of the cave ledges. I thought about Aristotle and this quote from Nichomachean Ethics – “For as one swallow or one day does not make a spring, so one day or a short time does not make a fortunate or happy man.” In this moment, Aristotle was wrong… one swallow makes me a happy woman. I enjoyed the cool cave for a few minutes more and watched the swallow take flight and soar out the entrance.
I stopped to admire the bronze buffalo on my way out of the Children’s Garden. This piece is in honor of the American Buffalo, which once had a range nearly covering the entire continental United States. By the dawn of the 17th century, Bison bison had been hunted to extinction in Pennsylvania and effectively relegated to the American West. This lone buffalo rests as a testament to its ancient range.
Overlook Pavilion
The steps of the Overlook Pavilion were shrouded in vibrant flora. I refilled my water bottle at the water fountain and took a few moments to gaze out over the rolling landscape. According to maps of the Arboretum, this area could eventually be converted into further botanic gardens, but for now is kept as open grasslands and seasonal tailgating.
I followed the path of the Kathryn Bower Smith Strolling Garden, admiring hydrangeas and trying to stay mindful of my time. My lunch break was quickly ending, and I needed to visit one last place in the Arboretum before I returned to my desk.
Poplar Court
The Poplar Court, once my favorite spot to read at the Arboretum, felt sad and empty. Recently, arborists needed to cut down the cultivated Black Poplars. The cultivar kept by the Arboretum are like the Lombardy Poplar, which has an elegant shape but potentially short life cycle. The trees needed to be cut down- while they were declining in beauty, they were becoming increasingly a hazard to visitors. In the shrinking court, I rested on the bench and gave quiet thanks to the trees that remained. Their shade and whispering leaves were a comfort to me in troubled times, and I hoped that the Arboretum could do something to re-imagine the area while keeping the same feeling of the towering trees.
After a few moments, I left the Poplar Court and headed back to work. Unlike the hot sun beating on me at the beginning of my visit, a cool breeze floated by. I took this as a sign of the changing seasons and marking the point on which I needed to prepare for incoming freshmen. For the next few months, there will be more visitors to the Arboretum as students study and relax during the school year. I won’t mind- even when the Arboretum is busy, I can find quiet pockets to slow down and notice the nature all around me.
Sunday dawned bright and happy, perfect for a mini-road trip to Williamsburg. Our plan was to take the scenic route to meet up with Centred Outdoors at the Lower Trail. For 17 miles, this rail-to-trail connects Canoe Creek State Park with Alexandria, PA. Centred Outdoors guided us for a 1.5-mile walk, where we explored the nature and history of this old railway.
Beebalm or Bergamot, Genus Monarda
Long before colonists settled the Pennsylvania frontier, indigenous people travelled Morrisons Cove, an ancient eroded anticlinal valley. This path followed the Frankstown Branch of the Juniata River and has experienced many transformations since the colonization of Pennsylvania. In the canal era, the path of the Lower Trail was the towpath for the Pennsylvania Main Line Canal. This canal led to the Allegheny Portage Railroad, which traversed the Allegheny Front.
As the industrial revolution swept across America, the canal towpath was purchased by the Pennsylvania Railroad and converted into the Petersburg Branch. This branch line connected Altoona with Petersburg on the way to Mifflin County. Petersburg Branch barely survived the merger of the Pennsylvania Railroad and New York Central companies to create Penn Central Transportation Company. The corridor of line that makes up the Lower Trail was abandoned in 1979, scrapped out, and put up for sale.
Pale Jewelweed, Impatiens pallida
1989 marks the beginning of the current chapter of the Lower Trail. Rails To Trails of Central Pennsylvania, Inc. purchased the first 11 miles of rail corridor, which stretched from Williamsburg to Alexandria. In 2004, another 5.5 miles was added, forming the trail as we know it today. Rails to Trails of Central Pennsylvania has additional projects, including the Bells Gap Trail, and an extension of the Lower Trail which will connect to Hollidaysburg.
On this Sunday, Centred Outdoors met us at Williamsburg Station. This spot was once an actual railway station, the perfect spot to hop on the trail and start walking. A big pavilion near the trail has picnic tables and a bike repair station, where trail users can make minor repairs on their bicycles. The trail near Williamsburg Station is paved and has wide grassy shoulders on either side, perfect for walkers to step to the side when bikers whizz by.
Olivia served as our guide for the day, stopping periodically to point out interesting historical and natural facts about the Lower Trail. She noted lots of tree and shrub species, drawing our attention to some replanting efforts made along the waterside. As a group, we admired the towering American Sycamores holding up the bank of the Frankstown Branch. Opposite the river, the bank was coated in Pale Jewelweed, a Pennsylvania native wildflower. We took turns touching the ripe fruit of the jewelweed, which shivered and exploded to the touch.
Meandering back from our turning point, our group took in the sights and sounds of the Frankstown Branch flowing below us. One of our stops was at canal ruins, the location of the keeper’s home and canal lock. Only the foundation and some rubble remain, but we climbed around, taking plenty of pictures. Carefully we navigated the shrubbery past the grassy path shoulders, taking care to avoid brushing up against poison ivy or tree of heaven.
All too soon, our walk was finished for the day. Fortunately, the Lower Trail Creamery was open. Just a few bucks later, I had a hot fudge sundae, and my husband had a milkshake. We enjoyed our snacks and watching bicyclists on the trail. We spotted all kinds of bikes- mountain, racing, and recumbent. It felt like all of Blair County was out on the trail, speeding along on two wheels.
If you are interested in visiting the Lower Trail, I highly recommend starting your trip at Williamsburg Station. With the trail paved for some distance in both directions, it makes for easy and shady walking. If you wear good bug spray and give bicyclists right-of-way, you will have a relaxed hike. Choose to have a snack at the Creamery before you go, and you’ll find yourself having a perfect Central Pennsylvania summer day.
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