camping in pennsylvania, 2005
This July I met up with Derek Wasnock, Todd Schoen and Derek's colleague Javaid in Pennsylvania to camp. The weekend was excruciatingly warm and humid, but we had a good time. We scrapped plans to climb a mountain and went river tubing and caving instead.
We took inner tubes called River Rats and rode them down the Pequea Creek to the Susquehanna River, where we ended up at a
marina surrounded by private property. This is that marina.
Near the campsite is the reconstructed version of an old covered bridge called the Colmanville Bridge.
Javaid stands at the entrance to the Wind Caves. On a 90-degree day with 100 percent humidity, the best place to be is underground.
Or so that strange old man at the grocery store claimed as he laughed maniacally. When we came close to any cave opening we could easily
spot it because the cool air coming out of it condensed, creating an eerie fog.
Derek enters the Wind Caves. These caves, according to a Google search, are tectonic caves, meaning that they were not carved by
the forces of erosion but rather opened up by the moving of massive rocks. Fortunately none of the rocks moved while we were present.
Todd, Derek and Javaid deep within the Wind Caves. The caves went so far that we actually had a map.
Javaid and I went deepest into the caves. For the most part they were extremely cool, a relief from
the outside weather. We did find one section of the cave that was unusually warm, but it may simply
have reflected the outide temperature.
The first fifty feet of the caves were not pitch black like the rest because they had openings onthe trail high above.
I walked up to have a look at where it opened, and noticed Todd.
This serves no purpose, except I thought the mud cracks looked cool. I had to delete a photo of a rat skeleton to make room for it.
My last view of the Colemanville Bridge on the way out of Pequea and back to Lancaster and beyond. Unfortunately my honeymoon
photos filled my gigabyte card, so I did not have room on the smaller card I brough with me to Pennsylvania to take photos of
the three Amish carriages that made me drive slowly south of Lancaster or the Philadelphia Museum of Art, which I visited on
the way home.








