FIND YOUR BEACH

MARRIAGE ON MARCO

You would think that having a wedding on the beach would be easy. You and your wedding party should just be able to saunter onto the sand and have some officiant mutter a few choice words, exchange your rings and get off to the reception and start drinking soon thereafter.

It ain’t that easy.

Oh, I’m sure you can do it commando style and just show up and do the dirty deed, but I’ll bet somewhere down the line the powers that be will balk about it and you won’t get that marriage certificate because the whole thing wasn’t done proper and legal.

And, I don’t think there’s a bride out there that’ll just want to get ‘er done just to avoid fussing with the logistics. It’s best to go through the right channels and procedures to make her most important day a reality. Believe me, in the long run you’ll be happier. Remember happy wife....happy life....

PERMITS AND PACKAGES

Our beach wedding took place on Marco Island, Florida. This large barrier island on the southwest coast has white powdery sand and is lapped by the tranquil waters of the Gulf of Mexico. It is a beautiful place and it is very easy to get to the island. The closest airport is at Ft. Myers, less than an hour’s drive north. Getting a permit to hold a wedding ceremony is quite more involved.

Wedding permits are sold by the Collier County Parks Department on a first come first serve basis to one of the two public access beaches on Marco Island. One is at the north end at Tigertail Beach and the other is the South Marco Beach Access. The rest of the shore is controlled by the many condos and hotels along the three mile stretch of sand.

Here’s the process: First, you must request the permit, but only two months in advance. If the date and your time is available, then you have the right to apply for a permit. Once notified you then send in a check and if yours is the first one to arrive then your wedding bliss can begin.

A couple of notes with this permit: Attendees are limited to just 50 people, any more and liability insurance must be purchased, and parking for our chosen location, the South Marco Beach Access, is across Collier Boulevard and costs $8.00 per car.

PARKS AND RECREATION - COLLIER COUNTY

LIKE A HURRICANE

You would think that getting the permit was enough stress, but our planned wedding date, September 15, was during hurricane season. We fretted over the time of day and opted to have the ceremony in the late afternoon, hopefully avoiding the typical daily spritzing Florida always seems to get and kept our fingers crossed that Hurricane Florence would miss us. Looming dangerously as the date approached Florence instead hammered the Carolinas and our wedding was dry, and by Floridian standards, cooler.

SHOES OPTIONAL

Believe it or not the rest of the wedding ceremony was relatively easy to plan. We went with Platinum Florida Beach Weddings and we picked out the color scheme and shape of the arbor and they provided the chairs and water for guests, a pastor and a photographer. We did have to write up our wedding vows, although we could have used one from their list. We also had to come up with a list of songs that were to be played throughout the event and make up a list of pictures we wanted from the photographer. 

We were pleased with Platinum and they took care of little details like having a place for people to leave the shoes if they decided on going barefoot in the sand, flower petals for the flower girl, water for the guests, a very jovial and engaging pastor, and a very competent photographer.

As part of the wedding we had some sort of sand unity ceremony where we had to scoop up sand where we stood and joined our scoops into one container, thereby showing the world that we were truly conjoined. Despite hedging on hokey the sardonic hearts of your traveling duo embraced this and melted into one. That’s a corny line huh?

 PLATINUM BEACH WEDDINGS

Looking forward to traveling to other beaches with this woman.

BAD MARRIAGE

 

GOOD MARRIAGE

Thanks for reading!

Love Janet and greg

A VACATION WITH A BIG ASS CAKE

Call me Mr. Marshall

Sadly, most people spend more time planning vacations than they do for retirement. Where to go? How to go? When to go? What to do? What to bring? What to wear? Your mind can spin taking care of travel plans. Retirement investment is far less of a headache, unless you’re not saving anything, but at least the angst for that comes much later.

Now, consider this scenario; travel plans AND a wedding. Oh my word, it seems implausible that both can be tended to at the same time. Traveling can have one teetering with details, but couple it with a destination wedding, and eloping becomes frighteningly attractive.

Somehow though, Team VFH, now conjoined in holy matrimony, pulled it off… Oops I misspoke, Janet is slapping me in the back of the head … SHE pulled it off.

For me the local VFW hall would have been the perfect venue for our wedding and reception. Get a keg, order some pizzas, fire up the jukebox, and the party was happening. Tasked with any more details my head would explode. Thankfully Janet ignored me, and all her planning made for a memorable weekend. To pull it off she waded through a mountainous stack of details. Me, I’m worthless comparatively.

MARCO ISLAND

Our destination wedding in September was as exotic as you can get and still be relatively close to home. Marco Island, a large barrier island on the southwest Florida coast, has three miles of pristine sugar cane white sand and a tropical climate with manatees and dolphins in the warm placid waters of the Gulf of Mexico and it just seemed like an ideal romantic destination wedding. We had been there before on an extended family vacation and Janet’s college friend who lives on the island wanted to host the reception at her spacious and opulent home. That certainly was a whole lot better than the VFW hall in Downingtown, PA.

 

LOOKING SOUTH ON MARCO ISL

Less than an hour’s drive south of the airport in Ft. Myers, Marco Island was as convenient as it was beautiful. Already having a place to throw the reception was a big help, but then it was a matter of getting people there, where to hold the ceremony, who would cater it, how to get that big ass cake in the house and who would provide entertainment. 

Janet handled most of these details. She contacted Marco Island’s chamber of commerce to get the beach wedding permit. She picked out the wedding company that would set up the arboretum and chairs and provide a pastor and a photographer. She booked the caterer and baker and the uber-karaoke guy appropriately named Marco. 

She also took care of finding a house on AirBnb for her kids and a condo for mine. She made sure my best man and my brother had a place to stay. She posted everything on Facebook as a way of inviting everyone. She advised all the attendees how to get to Marco and how to make their own living arrangements. She shopped for her dress, pulled me by the ear to Tommy Bahamas to purchase appropriate beach wedding clothes. She also worked as the cruise director and came up with a slew of activities for the extended weekend, even picking out the charter fishing I was going to do on the Monday following the wedding. And all the while she was looking radiant. 

I wrote checks.

Yep...she's the boss.

WELLSBORO

GATEWAY TO THE GRAND CANYON

We decided to split our week in North Central Pennsylvania between two towns, Coudersport and Wellsboro. Coudersport was just 14 miles west from Cherry Springs State Park, a designated Dark Sky Park and the best area to see the galactic display of the Milky Way on the east coast. Wellsboro, a much larger town offering more amenities was 32 miles east from the state park which we thought was too long a drive in the middle of the night.

A SHOT OF CIVILIZATION

Perhaps it was the rainy days that made Coudersport seem so dreary, but when we arrived in picturesque Wellsboro, awash in sunlight missing for the week, we were pleasantly surprised. Wellsboro is charming and elegant. Once Route 6 turns off, Main Street becomes this sedate quiet stretch adorned with gas lanterns. Neat homes grace the tree lined streets and the downtown area offers several shops and restaurants and a classic movie theater. Time seems to have stopped here. Thankfully the Arcadia Theater had new films listed on their marquee to give an inkling this was 2018 and not 1968. The Wellsboro Diner dates from the late 1930’s and well -known establishment looks like it hasn’t changed since they finally put in electricity. The Green, just on the edge of the downtown has fountains and statuary. It’s all very lovely and quite a respite from the rural area that we were visiting.

WELLSBORO CHAMBER OF COMMERCE

THE ARCADIA WELLSBORO

LA BELLE AUBERGE

We had two days in Wellsboro. We rewarded ourselves with a stay in the lovely La Belle Auberge B&B on Main Street. It is a beautiful Victorian crammed with lots of choochkies with each of the rooms given a French motif. We stayed in the Provence room and had a fireplace, jacuzzi, and were greeted nightly with truffles on our pillow. La Belle Auberge offered gourmet breakfasts which we took on the porch amid a well-manicured garden. They owners of LBA also run a spa in town and we understand they rub people the right way with therapeutic massages. 

It is a bit expensive but it is very lovely and well worth the extra money. We paid mid-week prices which rise on the weekend and during the autumn season they rise even higher. Evidently because of the fall foliage it is quite difficult to get a room anywhere in the area. Supply and demand.

LA BELLE AUBERGE BED AND BREAKFAST

We arrived that Wednesday afternoon after the drive along Route 6 from Coudersport. Route 6 is the longest highway in Pennsylvania and even has its own webpage guide to the attractions along and near its length. We strolled the downtown area reading the different menus listed on the restaurants trying to decide where we were going for dinner. It was hot and we stopped in a little dive bar for some beer and shuffleboard. I liked the place, especially since I finally beat Janet in shuffleboard for the first time ever.

THE PENN WELLS HOTEL AND LODGE

To celebrate this momentous occasion, we decided to take our meal at the Penn Wells Hotel & Lodge. The structure seems a bit austere outside, but they boast of having opulent rooms, a grand ballroom and an indoor swimming pool. The Penn Wells was perhaps the best formal dining experience in all of Wellsboro, but we are bar sitters when it comes to meals and we walked through an ornate ballroom to reach their bar called the Lodge. We were still able to order from the dining room menu. The place was airy with a fireplace. I ordered a very satisfying shrimp and grits and Janet had a massive dinner salad. The place was empty when we first arrived but people were circling around us by the time we finished hoping to jump into our places.

PENN WELLS LODGE

WELLSBORO HOUSE

They had had a “tap takeover” of Wellsboro House beers at the Crittenden Hotel Taproom while we were there and we made it a point to visit the brew pub for dinner and well-earned beers after our lengthy bike ride along the Pine Creek Rail Trail. A couple we met on the porch of the LBA that morning told us the food would not disappoint and the Wellsboro House was a winning combination with their array of good beers brewed by them and a lengthy menu of good quality food.  I had their blackened Mahi sandwich and Janet had a dinner salad topped with blackend shrimp.

THE WELLSBORO HOUSE

BIKING THE GRAND CANYON

PINE CREEK GORGE

Our recent trip to North Central Pennsylvania was a rustic adventure, but without all that camping nonsense. We stayed in a hotel in Coudersport for the first part of the week and then stayed at Le Belle Auberge, a boutique bed and breakfast in Wellsboro. Planning the trip, we did not even consider camping and this proved to be the correct decision because it rained nearly the entire week. Getting drenched while living in a tent is not fun. especially when there are no hot showers and no respite from the bad weather. All you can do is sit in your tent and molder.

Despite the inclement weather we did spend a goodly amount of time outdoors. Though our stargazing efforts were “clouded” over, the rain abated enough during the day for us to see the Kinzua Bridge and at the Lumber Museum we were able to explore the outdoor replication of a timber harvesting camp without getting too "waterlogged". 

 

The Pine Creek Rail Trail can
be seen on the lower right

A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT

We had traveled to this “neck of the woods” for stargazing at Cherry Springs State Park the only dark sky park on the east coast and that was a bust. I had never seen the Milky Way before and had the weather cooperated I would have been blessed by this galactic vision. Thankfully the second half of our trip was more successful.

For years Janet had talked about the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania, a 47-mile cut through the Allegheny Mountains formed by the Pine Creek, a tributary of the mighty Susquehanna River. She had never seen this natural treasure before and was anxious to show me what was perhaps the best part of Pennsylvania. The canyon is impressive when seen from any angle. On the floor the steep canyon walls dwarf you, from the edge the vistas reveal unsettling expanses of air. At its deepest the canyon is 1,500 feet and at one point is nearly a mile wide. It starts in Ansonia near Wellsboro and ends in Jersey Shore, Pennsylvania. 

Pine Creek Rail Trail

Once denuded of trees because of an aggressive timber industry 100 years ago, the splendor of these woodlands is back and can be appreciated many different ways any time of the year. Hiking trails course the gorge and there is a scenic overlook at Leonard Harrison State Park Visitor Center that rewards a casual stroller with a spectacular view of the canyon. Cascading waterfalls all along the gorge cool the air in the summer heat. There is canoeing and kayaking on the Pine Creek, swollen from the steady rains, but the most popular pastime is the Pine Creek Rail Trail; a converted railway bed that was once used in the lumber industry along the canyon floor and following the creek. Excellent for biking with just a gentle grade we rented bikes and pedaled through the canyon for 28 miles!

PENNSYLVANIA GRAND CANYON 

 

Pine Creek Rail Trail

RAIL TO TRAIL

There is a movement nationwide to take disused train beds and form trails. Usually flat, long and at times running through historical areas abandoned rail beds make for great trails. The rail system through the Pine Creek Gorge was first used for transporting timber and coal then freight and passengers, the tracks following the creek along the floor of the Grand Canyon. The trains ran until 1988 when they were abandoned by Conrail. The tracks were eventually removed and the Pine Creek Rail Trail opened in 1996. It’s possible to travel the entire 47 miles of the Grand Canyon by this trail. 

RAILS TO TRAILS

 

One of the many falls

Because it is relatively flat and the views are strikingly beautiful, the Pine Creek Rail Trail is perhaps one of the greatest places to take a bike tour. Though it is possible to travel the entire 47 miles from Ansonia to Jersey Shore via the trail, but we stopped at State Run. 

Thankfully the day was bright and sunny. It was hot in the sun, but much of the trail is shaded and whenever we passed a waterfall running fiercely with all the rain, the air cooled dramatically. The Pine Creek was running muddy and quick and we didn't see any canoes kayaks or rafts, but there were a lot of bikers along the trail.

Every few miles there are rest stations and several wells to pump water. The wells unfortunately carried the caveat that the water was not tested for purity. Still they were convenient to wet a cloth to cool our heads. In Blackwell, the first stop there is a small delicatessen where we got some much-deserved ice cream.

Janet waiting for me, again 

By the end of our excursion I was bushed. Janet would have gone all the way to Jersey Shore... in NEW JERSEY... but after 28 miles on a bike my butt was hurting. We waited for our pick-up ride at the Hotel Manor & Bar in State Run and sat on deck with a beer admiring the river. The day was a success!

HOTEL MANOR & BAR

OUTFITTERS

We rented our bikes at PINE CREEK OUTFITTERS on Route 6 in Ansonia, a short drive west from Wellsboro. They also offer canoe and kayak rentals and guided rafting trips down the Pine Creek and they will even provide shuttle service with your own bikes, at a cost. We had to meet them at an appointed time for either a pick up in Blackwell, or State Run. A friendly staff, offering good equipment and encouragement. When we told them we were taking the longer trek to State Run they seemed genuinely pleased.  

At the end of the ride

I’d do it again, evidently the fall foliage is glorious. But, next time I’ll bring a pillow for the bike!

Thanks for reading!

LUMBER PARTY

TIMBER!

Get out of Southeast Pennsylvania and the Philadelphia suburbs and very quickly the landscape changes. Farms begin to stretch out from the road to the far hills and little gritty towns that once provided labor to a thriving coal industry pop up here and there moldering in the rust belt, their ever-present soot still caking the shingles of modest rowhomes.

Go further out and you are blessed with true woodlands. Most of the Commonwealth is gloriously rural. State and National forests, state parks and state game lands set aside for hunting are everywhere. Even near us in Collegeville there is Evansburg State Park, a long swatch of preserved lands just a mile or so away from my middle class garret. Everywhere too are signs that proclaim local farms are preserved so no development can be begun. Pennsylvania does it right.

EVANSBURG STATE PARK 

Pennsylvania Grand Canyon

For years Janet has regaled me with tales of the seemingly unending mountains and the old growth woods of northern Pennsylvania. She has told me often of the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania, a 47-mile gorge cut through the Allegheny Plateau by the Pine Creek, a tributary of the mighty Susquehanna, in the North Central section of the state and wanted to take me to see these beautiful vistas. Coupled with our intended trip to Cherry Springs State Park, a designated Dark Sky Park preserved for star gazing Team VFH recently decided to visit this “neck of the woods.”

Coming from New Jersey, where while there are some swatches of wilderness and beautiful areas, there is always a finite feel to them, as if the bend in the pastoral fields will soon reveal a shopping mall. The inherent beauty of the northern area of Pennsylvania is unending.

The past is different though. Because of the abundant resources of coal, oil (drilling began in 1859) and timber in the commonwealth, much was taken from the land without considering the future. When Pennsylvania was first settled it was estimated that 90% of the land was forested, but by the 1920’s the area of the Grand Canyon was so denuded of trees that the area was considered a desert. Instead of selective harvesting of trees, clearcutting went on and reduced the area to a barren gorge, prone to wild fires, landslides and flooding.

In the 1920s the Commonwealth began purchasing thousands of acres back from the lumber companies and reforesting the land and a massive conservation movement began. Along with the Civilian Conservation Corps, the CCC, a state-wide system of parks was created. Today, the old growth trees are back. Harvesting of trees still goes on; evidently Pennsylvania is the nation’s largest producer of hardwood lumber; but timber management and a more conservative approach are now the norm.

WOOD HICKS AND LOGJAMS

Sounds like I’ve been schooled in the woodshed about this stuff doesn’t it. Well, a chance stop mid-way between Coudersport and Wellsboro, was the Lumber Museum on Route 6. This informative and entertaining museum was worth the $8.00 admission. At first, we thought it would be a hokey stop, but we came away from the visit with a greater appreciation of the history of the timber industry and the extensive conservative measures taken by Pennsylvania to replenish the woodlands. We had no idea of the enormity of the lumber industry in Pennsylvania and how much manpower it took to harvest the highly prized timber. The beautiful wooden, of course, museum offers an array of artifacts and hands on displays and historical notes of the industry and the people who led the conservative movement. Outside around back is a working wood mill and a reconstruction of a lumber village that you can explore at your leisure.

If you’re in the area … go. Thanks for reading.

THE PENNSYLVANIA LUMBER MUSEUM

THE HOTEL CRITTENDEN

AT THE TRAFFIC LIGHT IN COUDERSPORT

At first glance the Hotel Crittenden on the main intersection in Coudersport Pennsylvania looks impressive. A neat strong clean looking building diagonal from the Potter County Courthouse. You have to stare at it as you wait for the light to change. It takes a while and the building is impressive in this small town anchored by this main intersection.

The hotel is under renovations, and there’s only four rooms available. There are not if any other accommodations in town though. They cater to the star gazing crowd at Cherry Springs State Park and on promising days when the weather looks like it will hold the hotel brims with people.

The Taproom offers an array of good beers and a menu that has a lot more on it than just hamburgers and normal pub food. There’s a smoker in the courtyard outback and the first night Janet had a brisket sandwich and I went for the pulled pork. It was very good. The second night we were there was Taco Night and because it was National Tequila Day (isn’t every day?) the bartender Kayla gave us healthy pours of Cuervo Gold for $2.50.

The room we stayed in has a bit of history. Eliot Ness, of Untouchables fame, met here, as well as in the dining room, with a ghost writer to capture his antics battling Al Capone and the Chicago mob. Ness had come to Coudersport on a business venture and eventually passed away in town in 1957. Such is the Untouchables myth that this year the first Eliot Ness Fest was held the weekend before we arrived. The festival was so well attended that the Hotel Crittenden ran out of food. The proprietor phoned us as we were driving through the fierce rains that if we arrived and she was gone, she was out getting more food.

It was a good place to stay.

THE HOTEL CRITTENDEN

THE 8TH WONDER OF THE WORLD

THE KINZUA VIADUCT

With our Circadian Rhythms intact because rain prevented us from stargazing at Cherry Spring State Park the night before we had the entire day to do something. We did not have to sleep in and recover from a late night of peering into the Milky Way. So, we lingered at the Crittenden Hotel in lovely Coudersport PA, located at the traffic light, and eventually took our breakfast at the Tea Room and Café down the street. I had an egg sandwich on a bagel and Janet had Eggs Benedict. The café is neat and clean, and the food was great, and the portions were filling.

THE TEAROOM AND CAFE IN COUDERSPORT 

GET YOUR KICKS ON ROUTE 6

We decided to drive about an hour west on Route 6 to the Kinzua viaduct. A long time ago I saw a picture of this soaring edifice first erected in the late 1800’s and thought it was the most frightening thing possible. This train trestle that spanned the gorge looked spindly and eerie and I thought it would be impossible to support the trains that would utilize it. 

 

THE KINZUA GORGE BRIDGE

For a long while it was quite safe and durable. Soaring over 300 feet in the air the viaduct was the longest and tallest such span in the world at that time and the fascination with this engineering marvel was global. People would travel from Pittsburgh and Buffalo just to see the structure and take excursion train rides over it.  It was as tall as the Statue of Liberty! The Kinzua viaduct though was a financially feasible move. First completed in the 1880’s the train trestle spanned the Kinzua gorge and shortened the trip to Buffalo enough to justify the cost. Pennsylvania had abundant resources of coal, timber and hemlock bark used for tanning and the train systems needed to feed the industrialization of the country.

Kinzua was first constructed with iron, but 18 years later as trains got heavier the structure was replaced with steel and remained in use commercially until 1959 and became part of the Pennsylvania Park System in 1963 and in 1987 a 97-mile round trip excursion train line from Marienville to the park was offered and would cross the viaduct, turn around on the other far side of the gorge and go over it again. The Knox, Kane, Kinzua train line operated until 2002 when needed repairs to the aging structure were started. Then in July 2003 a tornado ripped half the structure down. Pennsylvania then repurposed the wreckage to create the Kinzua Bridge sky walk and visitors can walk a 300-foot restored section that leads to an observation deck offering soaring views of the gorge and the wreckage of the rest of the bridge.

SHELTER FROM THE STORM

There is now a pristine visitor center offering interactive displays and movies and there is a rail to trail course from Mt. Jewett to the Bridge Park opening next month. The remnants of the steel bridge jutting out into an unsettling expanse of air can be seen safely from the visitor center, but we HAD to brave the heights. Just a few steps onto the thankfully sturdy bridge the ground falls away and we are looking down onto the tops of trees. I was thankful the strong wind that usually whips through the gorge wasn't blowing and threatening to whisk me to my demise. That wind forced the trains to creep slowly across the gorge or get derailed by its force.
I didn’t care the day was thick with humidity and no wind to cool us; I was safer.

NOT MY FEET!

I kind of walked in the middle of the two walkways separated by railroad ties so I had a better chance of survival. The ties were open and I could see through them ALL THE WAY DOWN. The ties supported a double set of tracks showing an ingenious technology used to keep trains from derailing. If the winds knocked the train off the inner track, the outer set would keep them from derailing completely. I didn't go near the guard rail at the edge of the walkway either. If winds could knock a train off tracks then I was a goner with the first gust. 

Somehow, I managed to make it to the end of the skyway. While Janet did pirouettes on the railing I gripped it and peered down on the remnants of the Kinzua viaduct ripped apart by the tornado. I swear I saw several sets of human remains down there! Off in the distance was the other shard of the bridge, but far below were the mangled towers and their foot pads. Aiding my fear was the plexiglass panel at the end of the skyway. I closed my eyes and walked across it! As we walked back I ignored the kid doing cartwheels along the walkway... that is actually true.

TWO SET OF RAILS

We then walked down the gorge to peer back up at the bridge skyway. In the humidity we sweated, but at least we were on the ground.

We briefly considered the two-hour drive to Buffalo to eat chicken wings at the Anchor Bar, but instead headed for home and dinner at the Crittenden Hotel, located at the traffic light in Coudersport.

Again, I marvel at how Pennsylvania embraces its past and makes it easy to visit and enjoy her resources. Joking aside it was very good to visit the Kinzua Bridge Park..

it's safer on the ground

KINZUA STATE PARK

Thanks for reading.