Sunday, June 20, 2010

Lehigh Gorge State Park Rail Trail Virtual Tour

Beautiful blues and greens of the Lehigh River
 just below Rockport and above Luke's Falls.

So you are thinking of biking or hiking the Lehigh Gorge from White Haven to Jim Thorpe (or vice versa)?  Well you've stopped at the right place.

The bottom of this post catalogs my bike travels from 2010 to the present.

Many people avail themselves to the various Pocono outfitters (as well as the Reading Blue Mountain tourist train service in Jim Thorpe) to shuttle them to either White Haven or Rockport to start their bike hike.

Most begin on the northern sections to arrive in Jim Thorpe to take advantage of the gentle two to three percent downhill grade.

From White Haven to Jim Thorpe, about 23 miles, the biker will descend about 600 feet of relief.  

(When I bike the entire trail from 2-miles up Route 940 in White Haven all the way to my home along Long Run Road in Lehighton, I travel exactly 30 miles.   Total trip down for me with minimal breaks and neither trying to break a personal best time nor doing much sightseeing, I usually arrive home in about 3 hours.  I usually average about 4.5 minute miles.  I enjoy taking a break at Penn Haven to stretch out my back.

For a return trip from home to pick up my vehicle the next day, I average about 5.5 to 6 minute miles and make it back in about 3.75 hours, which almost always includes a stop at Antonio's Pizza in the White Haven strip mall.)

When making your trip, be sure you have confidence that your bike make the entire trip.  Once on the trail, the only public access points are at White Haven, Lehigh Tannery, Rockport (about halfway), and Glen Onoko (Jim Thorpe).  I recommend carrying a portable bike pump and at least a tire patch or extra inner tube.  

The trail is monitored by State Park Rangers, but one cannot expect them to rescue stranded bikers.  Rockport and Glen Onoko access points are the only two spots along the trail with non-flush, public restrooms.

Rockport and Glen Onoko also offers river access for those inclined to kayak or fish.
The top of the trail in White Haven with its gentle descent
along 23-miles of trail to Glen Onoko in Jim Thorpe.  

Quick Overview of Major Stops and Sights to See: (from White Haven:)

  • Lehigh Tannery - This will be the only public road you will cross until you reach Jim Thorpe.  The leather tanning business was huge in Carbon's Industrial past.  The Lehigh Tannery has been mentioned as perhaps the largest tannery in the world.  Nearby Hickory Run State Park's history is tightly related to this industry as Hemlock tree (our state tree) was the prime bark used for its tannic acid used to "tan the hides."  There is a large lock (Lock #28) of the Upper Grand section of the canal here.  The Upper Grand senction of the Lehigh Canal differed from the Lower section from Jim Thorpe to Easton in that there was a system of about 30 locks and about 25 dams that dammed up the river to make slack water for the boats to navigate on the river.  The Lower Canal was a separate waterway along the river.
The waterfalls below Lehigh Tannery - June 2017 (Between mile marker 127 and 128.)

  • Water fall and park bench - An easy to walk to location from the Tannery for clearing you mind, a relaxing, quiet spot.

The Quartz crystal excavation site several hundred yards above Sandy Spring, near mile marker 125.

The ground is strewn with crystals shards.
  • Quartz Crystals near Hayes Creek - Around mile marker 125, look for quartz crystal debris along a dirt bank on the west side of the trail.  Venture up the bank and try your luck digging out crystals from the ground.  Some days after heavy rains can yield nice finds.
  • Crystals from Lehigh Gorge near Hayes Creek, mile 125.













  • Leslie Run is about 3.7 miles above Rockport.
  • Mud Run, scene one of our nation's worst railroad accidents with about 64 fatalities, occurred here in 1888 - (Click here for a story I wrote on this disaster.).  It's 2.3 miles about Rockport.
  •  Buttermilk Falls - Just above Rockport near mile marker 119.  
  • Rockport - This is a picturesque village in a tight ravine of the Buck Mountain Creek.  Explore the quaint village and also look for a tunnel where the Buck Mountain coal chute tracks went through.
  • Luke's Falls - Just below Rockport.  There is a round stone foundation of a water storage tank for refilling steam trains.  There is a lesser waterfall about a little below this near mile marker 118.
  • The river bank from the trail as Drake's Creek enters the river - June 2017. 
  • Drake's Creek -This is approximately 10.2 miles above Glen Onoko.  Mile marker 117 is between Drake's and Stony Creek.
    Rock overhang at Stony Creek -
    The bike and large RR timbers offer some perspective of the enormity of this cut out.

  • Stony Creek - This is 8.9 miles above Glen Onoko and 12.4 miles from White Haven. 
The bridge over Stony Creek as seen from the trail.



A cool pool from a mountain spring just below the
meadow below Old Penn Haven Junction - The icy
water soothing for tired feet.
  • Penn Haven - Mile marker 114 is between Stony and Penn Haven.  Penn Haven was a major juncture along the Lehigh Valley and Jersey Central Railroads that passed through here.  The LVRR maintained a small hotel in this remote outpost.  The original junction was about 1-mile south of the current crossover location.  You will now have live rail-tracks on your side of the Gorge for the remainder of the trip.  This area is the steepest and curviest section of the LVRR and subsequently many wrecks happened here.  Many of which I've chronicled on this blog (Click here for more.).  The area of Old Penn Haven, you will find the widest expanse in the entire Gorge, most likely attributed to 10,000 years or more of washout erosion from the confluence of Black Creek and the Lehigh.  Penn Haven once had incline planes that brought coal off the steep Buck Mountain on two sets of tracks.  There were also extensive coal wharves here on the river prior to the great 1862 flood.  The Upper Grand section of the Lehigh River were never again to be used after the breeches of the many dams contributed to the death and destruction.  The state legislature ended navigation of the river from that point onward.  Reds O'Donnell of Lehighton grew up there as his father was a "track watcher" living at the junction.  The steep sides of the mountains here were prove to rock slides.  At the top of the inclines you will find the remains of Dr. Druckenmiller's cabin, a local physician and avid sportsman.  (Click Here.) 



  • Bear Creek - Near mile marker 111, you are about 3 miles above Glen Onoko.
  • The Buckeye Pipeline - Built (between mile 110 and 109) by a union of independent oil producers in western Pennsylvania to combat the increasing monopoly grip that Rockefeller's Standard Oil.  It now carries fiber-optic cables.  The suspension-like bridge has an impressive anchor across the river built like a buttress of stonework, only visible when the foliage is down.
  • Hechtelstooth - There once was a village here too, but now long gone.  The last man known to live there died at an advanced age in the early 1960s.  Around mile marker 108.  Look high above at the bend in the ridge above you and see the sheared off rock.  The trail that takes you to the top of Glen Onoko Falls also can lead you to a trail cleared at the top of the Broad Mountain.  A 1-mile walk out this trail offers this striking view: 
A view from Hechetlstooth - Looking East - This is the bottom of the "Ox-Bow."
(Not a true Ox-Bow, but the course of the river from here up past Penn Haven is known as "The Ox-Bow.)
East side of Jim Thorpe is visible over the left side of the center mountain rise across the river.

  • Glen Onoko -This is the main access point for most visitors.  There is the old Jersey Central tunnel open to the public as well as river access.  Many also come to climb the Glen Onoko Falls.  However this should not be taken lightly, as the trail is quite steep and extremely slippery.  Many hikers have also been lured to the edge of the top of the falls for photos only to slip and fall on the extremely slippery rocks.  At least one hiker was seriously injured when someone above caused a small rock slide.  A much easier hike is to take the trail on either side of the Jersey Central Tunnel to sit on the rocks above the tunnel.  Though a bit safer than the Fall hike, this hike should only be taken if careful and mindful hiking is employed.  
The Jersey Central Tunnel overlooking the river.
The view out of frame to the right, across the
river was the site of the famous Hotel
Wahnetah that was burned by forest fire 100
years ago.















A Perfect Perch - The rocks above the Jersey Central tunnel offered this birdseye view of Reading and Blue Mountain's #425 Steam Engine through the Lehigh Gorge at Glen Onoko.  Hearing just one steam engine blare through the gorge makes it easy to comprehend the noisy confusion that led to the death of my grandfather Zach Rabenold's cousin Miss Jennie
Rex of the Mahoning Valley.  She and her friends made a Sunday afternoon trip to hike the falls in August 1901.  Upon just avoiding one oncoming steam engine on one set of tracks, Jennie froze when another train close in on her from a different direction on another set of tracks.  Her friends were able to move out of the way.  Her mutilated remains were sent home to the Lehighton depot in a burlap bag on a freight train.
(Click here for more on her story and other deaths along the Gorge from that time period.)












Click the following links for more historical information about what you will experience riding the Lehigh Gorge:~Carbon's Most Desolate Place & the life of Reds O'Donnell~Penn Haven Junction: the Epicenter of Sorrow and Railroad Deaths (1st of 3 parts)~Steep Grades and Dangerous Curves - Part 2 of 3 of the wrecks of the Lehigh Gorge
~"A Name of Terror for All Time" The Mud Run Train Disaster - Part 3 of the Series on this blog
~Penn Haven and the Upper Grand Canal link~Hetchel Tooth and Huckleberries along the Lehigh Gorge
~Video of Steam Engine #725 approaching Penn Haven on the Lehigh Gorge in August 2015
~Video from Lehigh Gorge excursion train from May 2011.



Below you will find various entries from me over the years, mostly of the flora and fauna of the Gorge:  I hope you find this post useful for your own travels.  Should you have any questions, do not hesitate to email me at: ronjon67@ptd.net

Enjoy!


Indigo Bunting - The Lehigh Gorge is one of the best places
to spot this fairly elusive bird.  The bird's striking blue hue is
due to the way light passes through the structure of its
feathers.  What you see as brilliant blue in sunshine will
turn to a dull gray-black if the bird dips into a shady cleft
of a rock.  I have often also observed Scarlet Tanagers
in the same moment that I see Buntings.
Tanagers are not averse to gathering in mixed flocks.  Many
birds employ this tactic especially when migrating for extra
sets of "eyes" as well as fly-catchers mix with berry eaters,
chickadees mix with kinglets as they sweep for foods
associated with each other but are not in competition for
the same food supply.  I've made several sightings of these 
between Bear Creek and Stony Creek each of the last 
ten years in June and July.


June 2016 Update: Some flora and fauna from the first 2 weeks of June 2016 of the Lehigh Gorge:
This adult wood turtle was as curious about me as I him.

Yellow phase rattle snake at the edge of the Penn Haven trestle of
the Black Creek.  Calm and well camouflaged, easy to miss.


This four-foot black rattler nearly got me.  As I was so intently scanning the
raised-track stone wall for reptile life, traveling at a fair pace, I nearly
ran this one over as he stretched across the Gorge trail, returning from the
river and sunning himself that cool morning, night-time temps were in the low 50s. 

Beautiful Mountain Laurel shrub just north of Penn Haven with this Eastern Tiger Swallowtail.

Besides Yellow-Swallow tails, there are also many
Black-Swallow tails as well.  Both varieties seem to
almost be curious of us humans and will often fly near
you and sometimes fly along with you for short stretches.
I do know the yellow variety seek out the salt in urine and
I've often found 20-30 circling and drinking from the
wet spots left on the ground of fellow trekkers in
the Gorge.  Of the Black variety, not the differences
between males and females.  Males will have a plainer look
to their pattern and a near solid line of yellow dots
across their lower edge of their wing whereas a female
will have more blue.


June 2011: Click here for my story about a day in the Black Creek Gorge, a tributary that enters the Lehigh Gorge at Penn Haven Junction ("The Day of Seven Black Racers..."). On Saturday, June 18th, I saw the Swallowtails "puddling" at Rockport and at Penn Haven Junction.  About 30-40 were kettling around one spot, some landing on it, most in flight.  They saw the males sense a mineral nutrient that is necessary for breeding purposes.  At Rockport, near the laurels to the right of the restrooms.  At Penn Haven, near the cement foundation on the spur that leads to Weatherly.  (Check the link above for more.)

A male Five-lined Skink takes a break from his frantic
sprints along the wall along the Lehigh Gorge.  As
naturalist Judy Wink once said, "Don't blink if you see a
Skink."  This lizard is quite the quick one.  Click this link for
 a YouTube video I shot.  You can see him panting, though
my presence stopped his fervent searching.
May 2011: Below are some new pictures a recent trip, May 21, 2011:






The Eastern Cottonwoods with their fluffy
white cottony catkins (more properly named
raceme) were quite evident all along the Gorge
this weekend, though many were pummeled
into the dirt by the heavy rains of the past week.



June 2010:

The following post chronicles a bike ride from Franklin Township, outside Lehighton, on up to White Haven along the Delaware & Lehigh Corridor and Lehigh Gorge State Park in June 2010.  Please return to this post from time to time as new pictures will be added from subsequent trips.  And if you ever have any questions about the Gorge for a trip of your own, feel free to contact me through this site or Facebook...Enjoy!

 I access the park from my home in Lehighton onto Lock #7 of the Lehigh Canal. (This picture is looking toward the Narrows section along the Lehigh Canal Lock #4, just below Jim Thorpe.)

From there, into downtown Jim Thorpe, cross the train tracks and back under the Jim Thorpe bridge that connects the downtown to the east side. It is here where the new trail head is located that will take you into Glen Onoko which is the southern extreme of the park. The northern extreme ends at White Haven, where my brother's cabin provides a resting point and solitude until my return home the next day. Total distance for me is 32 miles. From Glen Onoko to the next access point is 13 miles to Rockport. From there it is about 8 miles to the only intersecting road at Lehigh Tannery and another 1.1 miles from there to White Haven itself.
The following is this year's account of my trip, which instead of barrelling through to beat my personal best time, I stopped to investigate locks and the Penn Haven inclines. I will only be describing my journey north here, though some of the photos were taken on my return trip.

I hope you find this virtual tour useful in planning your own trip of the Gorge...Enjoy exploring...Ron


Just moments into my trek (...on my new Trek I purchased from Lehigh River Outfitters in Hazard Square in Jim Thorpe; I am quite pleased with my purchase.) four living creatures intersected: another human (wearing portable oxygen), a golden retriever, and a small fisher or a mink.  The retriever flushed it out of the canal bank as his owner grinned. It halted my progress as I bisected the line between the chaser and the chased.  We exchanged quick pleasantries and I continued, such welcomed diversions are common along this trail. 
After exiting the canal, over then under the Jim Thorpe borough bridge, you can enter the newly inaugurated trailhead.  Here is an ideal spot to start.  You can park your car in the County Lot, near the Jersey Central Railroad Station in downtown Jim Thorpe ($5 for all day.)   Or you can drive over the bridge, and park inside the Glen Onoko State Park.  On the bike, you travel up a 2-mile stretch, you enter the Lehigh Gorge State Park, which lies beyond this old signaling station and steel trestle.

A view of the sheared rocks above
Hechtelstooth, about 1 mile above
Glen Onoko.
There are numerous diversions along the Gorge depending on your tastes.  It is difficult to explore all of them in one or even several visits.  Slow down and enjoy just one or two, get the rest when you can.  I'm a frequent visitor, and yet have only climbed the falls maybe six times in my life.  My sons took me exploring Hetchel's Tooth for the first time on Father's Day (Above: The panoramic shot is from atop Hetchel's Tooth; the pic above it, shows what it looks like from below on the gorge).  The tunnel in the picture below has been named "Hole in the Wall" by visitors.  It was abandoned by the railroad tunnel and now is fun to explore.  You shouldn't need a flashlight if you give your eyes some time to adjust as you enter.
Once past Glen Onoko, I'm ready to simply spin.  And on most previous trips, I'm all about breaking my previous time.  But not this time.  I did my best and stayed out of my own rat-race.  I found this to be a most enjoyable Lehigh Gorge sojourn, as I made some new discoveries and as usual, made new acquaintances along the way.















Just a mile out of the Glen, I bumped into Mr. and Mrs. Waits (a former military dentist) of Franklin Township with their daughter Mrs. Snyder and her three children.  Her oldest daughter, Emily Snyder, just finished first grade at Franklin Elementary School with Mrs. Nichole Hydro.  Her grandfather said, "Maybe you'll have this man for your teacher in fifth grade."  She coyly averted her eyes.  Today's talk must be about biking.  "How far do you intend to get?" I asked.  Penn Haven is a nice destination they said.  You can stick your toes into the cold Black Creek.  That's about a 12-mile round trip, that'll do.  (STORY UPDATE September 2014: Emily Snyder is indeed in my 5th grade class!  I embarrass her all the time about this picture!  June 2017 Update: This past school year I enjoyed having the middle Snyder sibling, Madeline in my classroom!!)

Next, under the old Buckeye Pipeline that carried petroleum across Pennsylvania here to the east coast refineries but now carries fiber-optic cable, I met two of my former students.  There's always that little pause of retrieving names.  They always smile after I break the silence.  Vicky Schiffert and William Douthart were 5th graders back in 1997.  It did my heart good to talk to them.  The four-foot Black-racer and the three foot Rat snake were not the scariest things they saw.  It was the three inch Yellow-ringed garter that Vicky almost stepped on that made nearly made her heart stop.  We exchanged snake stories including my first experience seeing a Hog-nosed last week, how he regarded me with his cobra-like puffed out neck.  I've also seen Five-lined Skinks in the Gorge, something a species biologists claim to be unique to the Lehigh Gorge.  I've only seen one, one time and it  was only about 5 inches long.  Someone told me they've seen them much bigger.  The best place to keep your eye out is along the stone retaining wall of the elevated rail bed.
There are a few places with easy access down to the river.  This sandy-bar is about 1/2 mile below Bear Creek.  You can find nice round stones and pieces of coal.  Coal-silt outlines most banks along the Lehigh.


The Lehigh Canal, that ran the coal from Jim Thorpe down to Easton, was the brainchild of Josiah White.  At first, he tried to conquer the river with bear-trap locks (See May 15th Post: "He was the hand that Rocked the Cradle of the Industrial Revolution" ).  Then built the lower section in 1829.  Later, with Edwin Douglas, they built the Upper Grand section from Jim Thorpe up to White Haven.  This section, used dams on the river and locks at the end to bypass the dam.  What you see above here are the remains of the lock channel of Lock #9.  The 29 locks helped to overcome the 600 feet of relief between White Haven and Jim Thorpe.  There was a disastrous flood in 1841 that was eclipsed in 1862.  The Pennsylvania legislature stopped the Lehigh Coal and Navigation company from rebuilding, because the breeched dams exacerbated the destruction.  John Leisening, superintendent of the LC & N, estimated that 200-300 people lost their lives in the flood and from the surges that occurred when the pools of logs floating on the river acted like battering rams on the dams.

 About 5.9 miles north of Glenn Onoko, you will arrive at Penn Haven Junction where the Black Creek enters the Lehigh.  The railway branching left goes to Weatherly.  Here, the active tracks of the Norfolk Southern (formerly Conrail, and before that, Asa Packer's Lehigh Valley Railroad.)  Immediately above you will find the remains of the inclined railway built by the Hazelton Railroad that was later taken over by the Lehigh Valley Railroad. 


Here we see the remains of retaining walls lining the plane to the top, about 450-feet high.  At the top were steam powered engine houses to bring the empty coal cars back to the top and back to Beaver Meadows and Hazleton.  The Hazleton Railroad operated from 1832-1852, when they were abosrbed into the Lehigh Valley Railroad.  In 1850, they ran the first incline from the top of Penn Haven.  Then in 1859 they added the second incline, the 4-track bed on the left.  The planes were abandoned after the 1862 flood.
Here on the picture above right, you can see the pipeline leading from Black Creek up to the top of the plane to the Engine House.  The picture below right shows the enormous wall of the 1851 engine house.  The 1859 engine house would be on the left about 100 feet away.



Now for what you're been waiting for: the view.  The valley to the right leads to Weatherly, the Lehigh River and trail is to the left looking south toward Jim Thorpe.  I did not question what I was doing, climbing this hill after 12-miles into my 32-mile ride.  But sometime later, around mile 22, my legs were questioning my 43-year-old mind, "Why did you do this to us?"  It was worth it. 


Here's what the inclines looked like around 1860.  For a much more in-depth look at Penn Haven Junction and the Planes, please click here for a April 18, 2014 post about them here on this blog.









Next along the trail, you'll find Stoney Creek.  Though not marked on the new trail markers, it's about 1.5 miles north of this rock outcropping.  When you see Stoney Creek on the right, notice the large, expansive rocky ledge that hangs out toward the trail.  On my return trip the following day, I surprised a mother and her spotted-fawn, just like in Bambi.  Mamma run right and up, while the fawn tried to out run me south.  Tried as I may, I could not get out in front to turn the fawn around.  Finally it stopped and I get ahead of it.  As I snapped this shot, I saw Mamma cautiously watching from up the trail.







Next stop will be Rockport.  This is an almost mid-point rest area with non-flush lavatories.  The quaint, formerly bustling patch-town has some lovely architecture in a tight notch between hills that speaks to lore of its former glory. 

Luke's Falls, just before Rockport.

Here, the rafting outfitters have a river entry point where the Buck Moutain Creek flows into the river.



The water is amazingly clear with no moss growing in its bed, whether this is natural or a result of acidic mine draining I do not know.

Just above Rockport you will find Buttermilk Falls, a popular stop.  I've seen some people climb to the top, but have not done so myself.  I'm not sure if I ever will nor do I reccomend it.

Next up is Mud Run, site of the tragic passenger train collision in October of 1888.  Many trains were returning home from a Catholic Temperance parade in Hazleton.  Trains were set to leave at 10-minute intervals.  Well, the best laid plans of mice and men...Over 80 people were killed, wooden trains telescoped into one another, many mangled beyond recognition.  At the time, this was considered the worst train wreck in U.S. History. 
This is where I made the acquaintance of Adam Keller and Joe Kistler.  They were discussing the engineering of the 29 locks along the Upper Grand and how the Flood of 1862 ended river navigation.  Adam works for the Wildlands Conservancy and just completed work on the trail in the Lehigh Gap.  Joe, from Duncannon PA, where the Juniata River meets the Susquehanna, was once quite the avid biker, owning a Gary Fisher bike in the 1990s.  Now, at 71, a nice leisurely trek from White Haven to Rockport is more his style.  Tell me today that I'll still be biking at 61 and I'll be satisfied.  It was certainly nice talking to these gentlemen.

Mud Run is home to Lock #22 and it is a beauty and worth the stop.  This is a view from inside the down-river end of the lock.  I suspect this archway may be the water drain baffle for lowering boats within the lock.  This is definately on my checklist of places to investigate this winter.
Down here at River level, the Mud Run Creek enters beneath the New Jersey Central trestle arch.  A few years back a work-train crane tipped over here.  The operator jumped from it before it ended up in the river. (I know a forklift operator I grew up with who tried to do the same and was pinned in the chest by the roll cage, killing him.)  The problem though was the diesel fuel spill that was entering the river.  I remember seeing Bob Ford of the Times News walking up the trail, his large lenses in tow and a flushed, sweated face, arriving here by foot from Rockport.  I really appreciate the lengths our journalists go to to keep us informed, and more importantly, keeping us safe with their vigilance.  I thank you Bob!
Above left, the Mud Run ravine and bridge from this Jersery Central ariel photo from the 1950s.  Below left, a closeup of the merging waterways.
The mile markers come at more and more quickly at the end.  I'm entering my 5th hour of the ride, doing a considerable amount of exploring.  With minimal breaks, this trip from Lehighton, through Jim Thorpe, to White Haven, is normally around 3-4 hours for me.  (In the photo to the left, Adam Keller of the Wildlands Conservancy and Joe Kistler whom I met at Lock #22.)











Being so close and riding so long, my thoughts turn to food.  And that can mean one thing: Antonio's in White Haven, home to Piero and Dan, home of one of the best Stromboli's you'll find.  In fact, Kurt Busch and Greg Biffle and their crews always stop here for a meal when in town for the June and August NASCAR races.  (Here's Danny at the counter taking the dough and Piero behind working it...Thanks guys, you're the best...)
This was Thursday afternoon, June 17, at my brother's cabin.  It was chilly.  A nice afternoon, disconnecting from daily life.  Disconnecting from a hyper-connected world.  A nice day and evening.  The next morning's breakfast at the White Haven Diner was just what I needed for my ride home.  A short stack of pancakes for carbs and "death-meat" scrapple (as my wife likes to call it) for protein?  I had a lunch date with friend and fellow historian Bill Allison at Mollies at Noon sharp.  I did a few forays to lock #28 and #22, and of course the interactions with Mamma and Baby deer, and I arrived into Jim Thorpe at 11:50, just as Bill was crossing the street.  A Ceaser salad at Mollies Pub hit the spot.  And like the cold Romaine, this trip hit the spot.

AFTERWORD:
The following week, I did the gorge run again, as my brother Randall Rabenold was visiting from Charlotte NC (CLICK HERE to see his corporation of specialized investigations and brand protection Vaudra LTD.).  This time, a straight run without any investigations and made it in 3 hours flat.  It was a major Francis Walter Dam relaease weekend and kayakers, rafters and just palin old "tubers" were everywhere.  We "tubed" in our old truck tire tubes from below the dam to just before White Haven.  It normally would take us about two hours and made it in just over one!  It was a good run.  We saw two of mamma mergansers, with their fledglings.  I was home in ten minutes under 3 hours with a few stops to investigate some snakes.  This first one I estimate to be about 3 1/2 feet, a Timber rattlesnake.  It was quite docile and lethargic, which made him an excellent photographic subject.  These were taken about 1/2 mile above the Buckeye Pipeline.


A Word About Snakes on the Gorge:
Yes there are snakes on the Gorge.  And during my 20+ years of riding through the Gorge I've never heard any stories of anyone getting bit.  Also, keep in mind when I'm riding, I am in constant look out for them, as I enjoy watching them.  Many people travel the Gorge nearly as much as I do and comment to me how they never see them.  Below here are a collection of shots I've taken over the years of rattle snakes, copperheads, and rat snakes.  I've also stumbled upon a few hog-nosed snakes over the years as well.  I don't feel a fear of snakes should keep you from enjoying the Gorge, but you do need some vigilance to avoid them at times.

The other snake was being handled by two local amateur snake handlers out for some Sunday field work.  This is the second rattler they discovered that day, though they tell me they missed the one I photgraphed above.  This one, in his black phase, was found at the base of Hetchel's Tooth.


August 6, 2010 - On a bike ride from home to the Gorge today, I saw two black rattlesnakes.  The first was near the entrance to the Tunnel at the Park Entrance.  It was about four feet long with ten visible rattle segments.  It slowly rattled as it cautiously crept across the dirt lot toward the rocky hill.  He then scaled up about 1.5 feet and coiled on a small ledge of rock.  When I returned an hour later, it was more tightly coiled and calm.  The second snake was about 1/2 mile before the Buckeye Pipeline in the grass on the Lehigh River side of the trail.  This one was stubborn.  I first tried to roll my bike toward it to get it to go down toward the river and out of the path of other bikers and to keep it away from the approaching state tractor with mower deck.  It took a few minutes to get it to move to the top of the embankment, only for it to come back to the edge of the trail again.  The second time it moved much quick and I didnt stop pushing it until it went over the embankment.  Minutes later the state tractor passed through.  I think it stayed safely on the other side.  It was about 3 feet long and had 6 rattles.  The first used its warning sound loud and long.  The second barely rattled at all. 


(Click here to see this copperhead, there are also water-snakes that look like copperheads too)


May 21, 2011 along the Gorge.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Going Home, After 72 Years















Ira Smith returned to the home he lost when he was just 19.
It was the very homestead his father bought in the 1890s.

It was the Great Depression when he entered it last. His father Jonathan died in 1932, his mother Ida in 1937. By 1939, the farm was sold at public sale to the sheriff Ernest Kistler for $5,000.

He turned to the O.J. Fritz farm of New Smithville for work as a hired hand for $30 per month. Later he enlisted in the army and fought for his country, though he had no hearth or home.





Ira F. Smith of New Tripoli lost his parents
to old age before the war.  So he enlisted.
He was a man without a home and wounded
by friendly fire, twice, and then became
a prisoner of the notorious
Stalag 12A.







During the war, Kistler sold the farm to Allen and Verna Hamm for $10,000 and has remained in the Hamm family ever since. Their son, Ed and his wife Rose, have been living there since 1968.

Ira and his son Carson, dropped in on the Hamms unexpectedly. Ed and Rose dropped their painting and their mowing and gave Ira the welcome of a long lost relative.

Over the years, Ira had been back as a guest of his old neighbors for a few pheasant hunts. And In the 1990s, when his wife Geraldine died, Ira often drove back through Kistler’s Valley for the comforting memories of his former life. But this was the first time inside his old home since he left in 1939.

Ira, in his discerned Dutch tongue, said to Ed, “You know I drove by hier so many times but never stopped.”

To which Ed graciously replied, “Well I’m so glad you did.”


We loaded up into Ed’s Ford pickup, and drove to the top of the back acreage and viewed the stunning Kistler Valley. A sight that caused Ira to beam, gesture and motion to all the sections he once farmed in potatoes, corn and rye and how he learned to rotate them each year from his father and brother Elam.



The red barn is now sided in white asphalt shingles and a new smoke house was built. The shed roof rusted and leaks over where the Smiths used to smoke their meats. The 100-acres of farming hay, rye, corn and beans are now done by a corporate dairy farm.

The stand of woods on Shochary Ridge, where Ira went to chop fire wood for cooking and heating, is still part of the deed. Ira stood in the spot in the kitchen where the cook stove once stood. Otherwise, not much else has changed since those days.







Outside, Ira said, “My muther planted her garden hier,” with wild mint sprouting everywhere he gestured. The script signature of “J. Smith” is still visible on the barn’s cornerstone from 1901.







Ed and Ira exchanged stories of the old homestead that dates back to at least the mid-1800s. They talked of the old hand pump in the kitchen, how it drained out the side of the house, and where the one-man bar stood in its former days as an inn prior to the Smith family owning it.



The conversation then turned to a shooting that occurred here around the time of the Civil War.

The “Knights of the Golden Circle,” a southern sympathizer group that some say had spread into Pennsylvania, had eighty members in the valley. Plans and a location for a secret meeting at a nearby farm reached the ears of the unionists. One of them, Dr. Trexler, threatened to place “a keg of gunpowder and blow them all to atoms.”

According to the History of Lehigh County, Vol. 1, 1914, the group then changed the place to the farm owned by “Michael Brobst, now owned by Jonathan Smith.” On the night of the meeting, “shots were fired between the guard and one [unionist] who secreted himself in the currant bushes.”

This story was new to Ira and Carson.

As we turned away from the house, Ira recalled, as if for the first time in many years, how the Smith family relatives visited from Hamburg every other Sunday. He stared as though he could see them, sitting with him on that very same front porch.

Goodbyes were said at the shed built back when the state road came through. Ira raised his hand, touching the wooden slats, stirring his memory. He recalled how, as a boy of 8 or 9, the carpenters building the shed would play with him, placing quarters on these planks for him to find.




Before leaving, Ed had one more thing to share. Up and into the rafters he climbed to show some original farm implements that pre-dated Ed’s life on the farm: a straw cutter for making thatched roofs and a single-horse plow.
Ira remembered his father’s single-horse plow. One of many pleasant memories evoked that afternoon.

As we were left the hospitality of the Hamm farm, I thought to ask Ira if he enjoyed his day.

I didn’t need to.

His quiet smile said it all.

Ira Smith passed away May 13, 2011 after a short struggle with a broken hip from a fall at his home.  He was 91.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Flag Day - Honoring Two Workhorses

On Friday, June 11th the Hokendaqua Jones-Quigg Legion Post held its 14th Annual Flag Disposal Ceremony.  Pictured here: Post #739's Color Guard stands at attention as Sergeant-at-Arms Ron Furry inspects and properly disposes of one American Flag too damaged for further service.  Hundreds of damaged and worn flags from veteran's graves all over the Lehigh Valley were disposed.
The ceremony also honored Mr. Ira F. Smith, originally from New Tripoli, now of Allentown.  Mr. Smith, a wounded World War II veteran of the Battle of the Bulge and prisoner in Germany's Stalag 12A, was honored.
(Pictured here left to right:  Ray Heil, Lehigh County Council 1st Vice Commander, soloists Andrea Bohner and Pam Hittinger, Mark W. Queen, District Commander, Ira's daughter and son, Linda Kline and Carson Smith, Ira Smith, Thomas Dye, Director of Veteran Affairs, Ron Rabenold, Dennis Kisthart, Lehigh County Council Chaplain, and Michael Bodnar, Lehigh County Council Commander.)

We are indebted to the unassuming, selfless Americans like Ira who have worked and fought to keep our country and our flag moving forward.

It was my pleasure to give the following speech on his behalf:
Flag Day – Honoring Ira Smith – June 11, 2010
Before I start, I just want to thank all of you volunteers, you veterans for all your work here in Lehigh County, in preserving our patriotic traditions and providing this beautiful facility where we can honor and preserve the memory of our veterans. Thank you for having this ceremony and all the hours your volunteer promoting the patriotism of our country. You have my heartfelt gratitude.


Both flags, like workhorses, are always going forward.

Did you ever notice how the flag insignia worn on our American servicemen, the blue field of stars is toward the front edge of the shoulder? It looks backward but this is hardly the case. It is proudly positioned that way to symbolize always going forward. The American flag, American servicemen and women, the American people, are always going forward.

We all know about show horses and workhorses. The man we are honoring here tonight was definitely the latter.

Work horses know their purpose. They quietly go about doing their duty. Plowing forward, never questioning why, rarely resting. Simple duty, service and sacrifice. Always going forward like our flag.

One of those selfless American is with us here tonight: Ira F. Smith.

Ira grew-up as farm boy, quite familiar with horses. He worked with them on his family farm in Kistler’s Valley, near New Tripoli, here in Lehigh County. But Ira had to leave his beloved farm.

In 1932 his father passed away followed in 1937 by the death of his mother. It was the Great Depression and the farm was sold. Ira was just 17. He had no home or family.

He enlisted in the army in peacetime, where they were still moving artillery pieces with horses. He soon realized how poorly equipped they were saying “Not only didn’t they have a pot to pee in; they didn’t have a window to throw it out of.”

Ira was stationed at Fort Myer at Arlington National Cemetery, working with the horses and caissons for our country’s military funerals.

When the war broke out, Ira was a foot soldier attached in support of the 16th Armored Field Artillery Battalion, part of General Leonard’s 9th Armored division.

He was wounded at St. Vith, Belgium at Schnee Eifel, “Snow Hill” during the Battle of the Bulge and captured.

When the German surgeon removed the .30 cal bullet, he waved it in Ira’s face, saying, “You were shot by your own men.”

Unflinchingly, the taunt was wasted on Ira.

The Germans moved the walking wounded to a warehouse.

Shortly after, they heard American bombers over head. The third floor was struck by one of those bombs precisely where Ira had just been sitting. The German guards who exchanged places with him were killed instantly; Ira and his fellow Americans who survived, were sent tumbling down through the 3-stories of the building. The fall broke Ira’s back.

In that chaotic aftermath, Ira’s fellow POWs kept their wits. They knew they had to keep Ira moving, or else the German’s would simply kill Ira rather than care for him.

Ira did not receive the benefit of proper medical care. He certainly could have died or been permanently crippled. The Germans were desperate, and caring for one wounded American was not a high priority.

Ira and others were interrogated. He noticed some of the other GI’s coming out had cigarettes; rewards for providing useful intelligence.

Ira said, “If I could have stood up straight, I would have kicked their asses.”

When it was Ira’s turn, he plainly stated his name, rank and serial number. The interrogator pressed him, giving him information that Ira knew to be false.

To this, Ira replied, “If you know all this, why the hell are you asking me?”

Ira was released to the infirmary without a single cigarette.

He recuperated at Stalag 12A, Germany’s largest POW concentration camp. He became infested with lice, an itchy irritation for anyone, but a deadly threat for prisoners who can easily develop Typhus, one of many deadly infections that threatened the health of our POWs.

As winter closed, Ira’s back was healing itself and the days headed on toward Easter. A friendly, fatherly guard would talk to Ira about how superior the German army, airplanes, and tanks were compared to the Americans, and for want of Benzine, the Germans would be dominating.

To which, in his PA Dutch, Ira responded, “Tough Scheisse.”

But the Guard also gave Ira updates on the advancing American forces, telling him he would be liberated soon.

It was Easter morning, when Ira saw those thrilling three colors from Home, Old Glory. I can only imagine Ira’s joy as the red, white and blue was hoisted up the enemy’s flagpole.

Ira was reunited with his 9th Armored Division. And was able to tell his harrowing ordeal to General Leonard himself. A moment that was captured by a photograph that wound up in this book, that I discovered many years ago, that lead to my friendship with this American hero.


You see, Ira’s not just a hero because he bled for his country, not just because he nearly died in a friendly fire bombing, not just because he suffered inhospitable conditions of the German camps.

He is a hero because he served, he sacrificed his time. And like the farmers of Lexington who first raised up arms in defense of freedom, of liberty, he gave of himself to the work, took on the fight of our country, as a true American patriot.


He returned to the Lehigh Valley after a one year rehabilitative stay at Valley Forge Veterans' Hospital.  He married Geraldine Loy, and with his bent back and fused left wrist went off to work at the Trojan dynamite factory at Greenawalt’s. He went off to work, as all work horses do, not looking up from that the long row ahead, never complaining, just doing his duty.


To me, he is a hero in other ways. Getting to know him, you quickly realize that despite the injuries and insults he suffered, he holds not one shred of entitlement or resentment. The true measure of this man is his affable ease, his selfless sense of duty, and the lessons easily learned from his happy, contented life.


He & Geraldine raised a daughter Linda and a son Carson, and all the wonderful grandchildren followed. Their generous and thoughtful dispositions certainly proof of the love and care Geraldine and Ira instilled in them.


If you are lucky to know Ira, you are not only meeting a true American hero, but you touch history. You soon realize it was men like him who built this country, who fought for the freedom we can enjoy today comes from the sacrifice and duty shared from the burden of men like Ira.


It’s important to look back, to honor the memory of all those like Ira who knew their duty to their country.


Occasionally this old work horse goes back to visit his old farm in Kistler’s Valley, to relive the fond memories of his former life on the farm.


But like a good workhorse and like our flag, they are always moving forward.

Our country was built by these work horses like Ira Smith; who, quietly did their duty. We today benefit from the accumulation of wealth from many like him who came before us: our farmers, our miners, the great labor force of American immigrants who came here for freedom. And just as importantly, we enjoy our freedoms from those who stood ready to fight to preserve it. All of us here today are the fruits of what so many before us planted.

So each time you see our flag, rippling lightly in the breeze, as a bumper sticker on a car, or flying over a veteran’s grave,

Please remember the sweat, the toil, the pain and the blood the millions of men like Ira who served, fought and dreamed for our flag, and who kept it moving forward.


Let’s honor him today and always, by ensuring that our flag always moves forward.


Thank you for having me. It has been my pleasure to take part in honoring this man.






Friday, June 4, 2010

Jim Thorpe History Walks - Times News Story

Our local paper did a story on the History Walks Keith Bellhorn and I lead.  Enjoy getting outside and explore.  See link below...

http://tnonline.com/node/103528

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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Honoring Ira - June 11th

Ira F. Smith, originally of Kistler's Valley, Lehigh County and now of Allentown, will be honored at the Hokendaqua American Legion on Friday, June 11th at 6:30.

Many of the patriotic organizations of the Lehigh Valley will converge on Legion Post #739 for this event.  Please join Ira's family and support one of our "Greatest Generation."  I will be delivering remarks celebrating Ira's service to our country.
You can also bring your tired, worn and torn flags and give them a proper disposal.

Ira was wounded at the Battle of the Bulge at St. Vith and wounded again due to the American bombing of the warehouse he was being held at by the Germans.  He served the remainder of the war as a prisoner in Germany's Stalag 11.

This is the 14th Annual Flag Disposal Ceremony at the Legion Post.  The public is invited and refreshments will be available afterward.

You can learn more about Ira by reading my Blog post from March 31, 2010.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

A Poem to Mr. Geissler - by Ronald Rabenold

Thank you to all who responded to my questions I posed by email about Mr. Geissler, the German peddler who died June 1st, 1858 in the Weigh Lock of the Lehigh Canal (See post from May 26th).

Responses ranged from wonder to sympathy to creative images of the life of this man.  One included some transcendental reincarnation. 

Somehow, my thoughts returned to the exuberance of life versus the pitfalls of pride and life's journey of finding the edge between. 

Beth, Cris, and Cait, thanks for your indulgences. 
You certainly have the exuberance thing down pat! 

The Mummers show it.
They exude it. They have it,
They encourage it,
The demonstration is there.
Watch the Second Line sometime.
There are spools of it there.

Joshua’s men were lead down from the open sash
With the Scarlet Rope.
Though they themselves used it,
Thereafter they admonished it.

Scarlet Rope.
Had it been another color, my guess
Would be it would still come down as
Scarlet.

I think the singer truly had talent.
I overheard the man give it in his own feelings.
The next time will be different,
But it always comes back in the same way.


It is true, there are horses of many colors.
I have seen working show horses
And show horses that really work.


I can see up from his grave.
The unknown peddler who died in the
Coal-sooted water.

I see the faces looking down
As dirt flings through six feet of air.
The lesson is written on their faces,
Held in that unknown grave.

Walking over it,
Still,
We can see the empty chamber.
The lock that weighed, where no living water
Now dare pass.

All fall prey to it.
The pieces of the pit
Broken, pitted and carried.

And still we dance,
Dancing along its edge.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Mr. Geissler, the drown, unknown peddler: you are not forgotten...














Mr. Geissler was a German immigrant.


He was a ‘peddler,’ traveling patch town to patch town selling perhaps necessaries for the ladies, perhaps pots and pans.

There was a chance that he was an honest man, trying to make a living, trying to establish himself as a man you would do business with.

Maybe he was saintly or maybe he was a scoundrel.

We do know he died on June 1st, 1858. His body recovered from the Weigh Lock along the Lehigh Canal.

Mauch Chunk was a bustling, slowly boiling boom town. It didn’t have the quick flash of San Francisco or Deadwood. But it did attract men seeking their fortunes.

Asa Packer came here near penniless and worked his way through contracts of the Lehigh Coal and Navigation Company, building the Upper Grand section of the Canal to White Haven. This “sizeable” profit was parlayed into coal interests, and eventually the Lehigh Valley Railroad, creating Lehigh University from scratch, dying in the 1880s with 54.5 million dollar estate, the 10th wealthiest man in the world.

So what was Mr. Geissler’s story?

Was it a violent end?

Did he have a wife and children?

Did they ever find out about the particulars?

Were they left holding the bag, wondering if they had been forsaken, deserted? Did they know the true measure of this man, did they know he was doing the best he could?

Were they on his mind as he plunged into the dark, coal-sooted water?

Was their memory of him clouded by his furtive demise?  Did people say he got what he deserved?  Did they scoff at his widow in her black, the crape lingering on the house too long?
All we know is from one newspaper story. It said you are buried somewhere in the Upper Mauch Chunk Cemetery, in an unknown section, an unknown plot.

This weekend, near the anniversary of your death, I hope you come to my mind as I pass the Weigh Lock on my bicycle. I hope your spirit is at peace.

I hope you know, you haven’t been forgotten.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Josiah White - He Was the Hand That Rocked the Cradle of the Industrial Revolution


He was born in Mt. Holly New Jersey on March 4, 1781.  By 1810, he had a simple goal: accumulate $40,000 in wealth, and retire to a quiet farm life by the age of 30.  By the age of 28, he had his money and purchased a farm at the falls of the Schuylkill River.  A devout Quaker satisfied to follow the will of his Maker he was set for a quiet life.

Thankfully to all of us, the nation over, Josiah White did not rest there.  Without his foresight and innovation, this area and this nation would not have reaped the economic effects of the industrial revolution and we would not be enjoying the accumulated wealth we have today.

White and a man named Erskine Hazard had a wire mill in Philadelphia that was hurt by Jefferson's embargo and Britain's blockage of the War of 1812.  Determined not to allow a foreign power determine our supply of fuel again, he sought an alternative domestic energy source our nation's growing industries could depend on.  By 1817 at age 36, he arrived in the Hauto and Mauch Chunk area to inspect the coal lands with Revolutionary War Col. Jacob Weiss.

By 1818, George Hauto, Hazard and White had successfully obtained the rights to the Lehigh River for the transportation of coal.  White himself surveyed what would become Pennsylvania's first railroad and would eventually lead to the birth of the town of Mauch Chunk.  This gravity railway was constructed from Summit Hill following the Mauch Chunk Creek for nearly the entire 9-miles.  Eventually, engine houses were placed atop Mt Pisgah & Mt Jefferson for the return trip, creating the first roller coaster.  The picture above shows the stonework of the crossover about 4.5 miles west of the Mt Pisgah plane in Jim Thorpe.


Pictured here is one of White's numberous inventions. This is a model of the Bear Trap lock that White built to tame the Lehigh River to get the coal to markets.  According to Vince Hydro, noted White historian, White experimented with this dam and lock system along the Mauch Chunk Creek near present day Opera House.  Not to encourage the curiousity of the passersby, they were told they were working on 'bear traps' and most went about minding their own business.  (Mauch Chunk Historical Society and Opera House website.)

This lock system dammed the river to make slack water to make the river more navigatable for the arks carrying the coal.  But a method was needed to have the arks portage these dams.  This necessitated White's genious.  Water pressure from behind the dam would fill chambers that held closed the lock door.  When arks were ready to pass through, the water was shut out of the chambers, releasing the lock door for the ark to pass.  The surging water through the lock sometimes caused the arks to knock their operators right off the boat.

The impact of this industrial leader lives on.  Upon his return from a Society of Friends yearly meeting, and for the purpose of setting up an orphanage/training school in Richmond, Indiana in 1850, White died of typhoid.  He left a lasting impact on the economy of the United States and upon Carbon County, Pennsylvania.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Lehighton Wins Gold - Rabenold, Black, Adams & Haldeman


Go figure.  They were seceded 7th out of seven teams.  But somehow, these scrappy Lehighton kids win the Gold Medal in the Mountain Valley Conference 4 x 400m relay.  Seen here, Jon Rabenold (left front), Nate Black (right front), Leon Adams (back left), and Levi Haldeman (behind Black).
The Lehighton Girls also shocked the League by winning the Team Championship!  This effort was led by League MVP Vanessa Rimbey who won the 100m hurdles, the High Jump, and others.  Sarah Keer took first in Javelin, and Abbie Frey took first in 100m and Long Jump.  Jordan Miller took second in Pole Vault, and the girls 4x100m Relay took second, with Jordan Homyak, Karista Schweizer, Abbie Frey & Rimbey. Outstanding.

Good Luck Next Week at District XI Meet...

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Carbon County Fuels Industrial Revolution, Lehighton Students Learn

It always starts with a problem.

How do we engage our youth?
How do we ply them from the techno gizmos and introduce them to the outside, to engage that exploring spirit?

Perhaps the answer lies within the man who seemed to have a great combination of imagination, energy, and focus.
His name was Josiah White and he was born in Mt. Holly New Jersey in 1781.

He grew up on a farm and explored the surrounding waterways.  One can only imagine what dreams he dreamed.  But he explored, he imagined, he innovated.  The result, some have said, that it became his hand that rocked the cradle of the Industrial Revolution.

Josiah dreamed of riches, enough to retire by age 30, to live the will of his maker and retire to the quiet life of his farm.  He had those riches by the time he was 28, he owned a wire-mill in Philadelphia and fortunately for us, he continued on. 
The War of 1812 taught this Quaker, that one shouldn't rely on a foreign fuel supply.  The British blockade and embargo hampered our industrial output.  And soon, Josiah was planning and surveying Pennsylvania's first railroad, the second oldest in the country.  By 1818, he set out to do what two other groups had failed to do: bring the rich hard, blue burning anthracite down from the veins of Summit Hill and Lansford.
The Switchback Railroad was also our first rollercoaster, reaching speeds in excess of 50 miles per hour.  It was innovative.  It was brought to us by an engaged mind. 

And today, the youth of our county have seen with their own eyes what started with one man's imagination.  Students from Lehighton Area Middle School, recently walked to the top of Front Hill, Jim Thorpe and entered the Switchback trail.  They saw where the train station rested atop the long embanked walkway.  They imagined the clickity-clack of the cars ambling down the 9-miles from Mt Jefferson and later heard the actual engine house bell ring.  They explored and hopefully ignited a life long quest for thinking, for innovating in their own lives.
They arrived at the Mauch Chunk Museum and Cultural Center (See: http://mauchchunkmuseum.com/ ) and were thrilled to see in miniature, the entire Switchback, including it's engine houses and some real artifacts.  Mike Nonnemacher made the journey come to life: how the barney cars pushed, how it was America's second leading tourist attraction (behind Niagara Falls), how it fell to disrepair in the Depression, sold for scrap, and "came back as bullets" when it was bought by the Japanese in 1937.

How do we engage our youth? It all starts with a problem. Do we have the energy and focus to overcome it? Hike the trail. Engage them. Perhaps what started so long ago may help spur a youth's future innovation.  Perhaps new entrepreneurs are now ready to pick up Josiah's mantle. 


Over 50 students and parents of 5th Graders at Lehighton Area Middle School have set out on four tours of the trail, immersing themselves in our partially forgotten history.  Three more evening tours are scheduled. 

The Mauch Chunk Historical Society also sponsors history tours of Jim Thorpe as well.  These local-historian led tours meet at the NJC RR Station every Saturday and Sunday at 11 AM, 1 PM, & 3 PM.  Donations are $10 per adult & $5 per child under 10.  Bill Allison is in charge of the tours and you may contact him at 610-457-0370.  If you would like to know when I am scheduled to give these tours, you can contact me at rabenold@ptd.net or C. 610-428-6651.