Boiling Springs: A Perfect Place If You Like Nature, History, Culture, Or All Three.
I had planned to take my nephew Mike fishing out in Montana this Summer, but had to change those plans for number of reasons. I told him, instead of taking that , trip I would take him fishing anywhere in Pennsylvania. I was hoping to head into the mountains of northern Pennsylvania. He is a fly fisherman and said he wanted to fish the Yellow Breeches near Boiling Springs, in Southern Pennsylvania. .
I have visited here before, when my nephew Charlie was attending law school in nearby Carlisle, and I did want to come back again so it was a good choice for both of us. It was foggy and overcast when we left Hazleton but, after driving the 90 miles south, the skies cleared and we entered the quaint little town of Boiling Springs under hazy, hot and humid skies.
I recalled the famous tower and the excellent restaurant, the Boiling Springs Tavern from my earlier visits. Upon arriving my nephew visited the local tackle shop and I walked around the beautiful lake, surrounded by old Victorian homes, and populated with hundreds of ducks, geese and other waterfowl. I have to admit I also caught a few Pokemon, since I have become somewhat addicted to this new craze.
We were too early to check into our bed and breakfast so I dropped my nephew off at the Yellow Breeches creek, which has some of the best trout fly fishing in Pennsylvania because of it’s cool limestone waters. The town is named after the springs which “boil” or “bubble” up from the ground. The water temperature is 52 degrees all year, so in the cold of winter condensation occurs, giving the appearance the springs are boiling.
After dropping off my nephew I hiked around the lake and passed many townsfolks and visitors taking in the beauty of the old town and watching the ducks, geese and swans. Here are some photographs from my walk around the beautiful Boiling Springs lake. https://keepyoureyespeeled.net/photographs-page-2/nggallery/photographs-page-two-blog/boiling-springs-morning-walk-july-29-2016
After a filling and delicious lunch at the 601 Restaurant, we checked into our bed and breakfast, the Gelinas manor , a circa 1869 Victorian home along the lake. We meet the hostess Kitty, a world traveler, who entertained us with her travel stories and history of the area, and provided us with gourmet breakfast the next two days.
We learned far too much history to recount in this blog, but the town was first settled in the 1730’s and was the sight of a large iron furnace that produced rifles and ammunition for the Revolutionary.
It was a hot afternoon, too hot to fish or hike, so we drove to historic Gettysburg and visited the Museum, which was air conditioned. I had only been in Gettysburg once, a short visit on my way to law school, and was so impressed with the museum and especially the Cyclorama. Amazing. The images were so real and the presentation made you feel like you were transported back in time and were on the battlefield. It was an awesome and emotional experience. Here is a link to some more photographs from this spectacular oil painting. So life life like. https://keepyoureyespeeled.net/photographs-page-2/nggallery/photographs-page-two-blog/gettysburg-cyclorama-july-29-2016
We only had a short time to visit the museum and it’s many wonderful displays and exhibits, but I am hoping to return soon. On the way back to Boiling Springs we made a quick stop, in the oppressive afternoon heat, at the National Cemetery where President Lincoln delivered his famous Gettysburg address. here is a link to some more photographs from our short visit to Gettysburg. https://keepyoureyespeeled.net/photographs-page-2/nggallery/photographs-page-two-blog/gettysburg-friday-afternoon-july-2016
Built in 1832 this historic roadside inn served many a travel a meal over the years, and was once owned by Adolphus Busch, the founder of Anheuser -Busch. In addition to the beautiful and historic decour, we had a excellent meal. I truly believe it is one of the better restaurants in the Commonwealth.
After dinner my nephew headed down to the stream for some late evening fishing and I enjoyed few walks along the lake with many other town folks and visors, taking in the beauty of the mid summer evening. It was well after dark before I returned to our bed and breakfast and I immediately fell asleep . It was a long day in the heat but I looked forward to exploring the town in the morning. I always do. Even if I was only less than a hundred from my home
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
― Augustine of Hippo