In Search Of Bald Eagles: A Scenic Ride Along The Delaware River.
I was excited when my brother Mike suggested we take a road trip to look for bald eagles along the Delaware River this weekend. I always get excited whenever I get the opportunity explore new places and what better way to spend a Saturday than looking for eagles. So my brother, his son Mikey and I left before dawn and headed north and east toward the Pennsylvania- New York border. We drove the busy interstate 81 and route 6, for about an hour, and found ourselves in scenic Wayne county just as the sun was rising.
I have never been in this part of Pennsylvania before and I enjoyed the beautiful rural scenery we found as the sun rose and lit the countryside. There we not many fellow humans up yet but we did encounter a lot of these critters, trying to stay warm in the frigid air in the fields along the highway.
We drove through the historical and picturesque town of Honesdale. I learned this town was an important center for transporting coal first by canal, and then rail, to New York City. I will return and explore this town again but yesterday we drove on to Damascus township and the Cochecton – Damascus bridge spanning the gently flowing Delaware River.
We parked and walked to the edge of the river in the bright sunshine and the still frigid morning air. The temperature was 11 degrees and there was some ice on the river, but I am guessing some years it would be completely frozen by now.
We soon came upon another historic bridge spanning the Delaware River, this one at Skinners Falls. I wanted to get some walking in so my brother and nephew left me off at the bridge and drove back to the Cochecton-Damascus Bridge to meet me on the other side.
On the New York side I came across the railroad right of way that brought coal from the mines near Scranton to New York City for many years. I enjoy imagining the men, and women who road over these same tracks over for almost 200 years.
We drove back hoping it was still there but it wasn’t. We weren’t totally disappointed. We spotted this cooper’s hawk sitting in a tree near the river and spent some time watching him in the morning sun.
We found a river access road and decided to take it and explore the area. We drove down to what appeared to be an unpopulated We loved this isolated portion of the river and spent some time watching the ice float by and taking in the peace and quiet.
I love exploring abandoned houses and buildings. I imagine who lived here, how it would be like exploring these woods as a child, whether this was a year round residences or a summer house only. So many questions enter my head.
I know this the house was old, well built at one time , and fell into disrepair. The history and reasons for the unfortunate ending to the structure have given my imagination plenty of works these past few days. I hope to get back some day and learn more of this abandoned house and its many secrets. Here is a link to some more photographs of the house and it’s surroundings. https://keepyoureyespeeled.net/photographs-2017/nggallery/photographs-2017/Delaware-River-abandoned-house-on-river-February-4-2017-
I could have stayed and explored the old house and it’s surroundings for hours but we came to find bald eagles and I hadn’t seen one yet so we drove onward down the river, taking in the beautiful scenery, and arriving in another pretty, and historic town along the river, Lackawaxen, and the famous Roebling Bridge.
We stopped to explore this historic bridge, built in 1849 as an aqueduct to connect two branches of the Delaware and Hudson Canal. Amazing that it actually transported ships and barges over the Delaware River. We walked out to the center of the bridge and enjoyed views of the river while straddling the Pennsylvania and New York border.
We next walked through the town and learned a bit of the history, including one famous resident, Erin Grey, a writer of western novels including the famous Riders of the Purple Sage. We were disappointed to find the home closed on weekends.
We walked along the river in this small town and, while my brother and nephew visited a local outdoor shop, I was stopped by a passing motorist, who, seeing my camera, advised me of a bald eagle perched in a tree back near the bridge. I quickly found my brother and nephew and ran to the tree, where I was rewarded with the sight of this beautiful bird.
I could have observed the bald eagle for hours but, unfortunately, he or she had other plans, and after about 15 minutes decided to fly off into to the clear blue skies along the scenic Delaware River. Here is a link to some more photographs of this beautiful bird. https://keepyoureyespeeled.net/photographs-2017/nggallery/photographs-2017/bald-eagles-
It was now past noon and we decided to take a slow ride back home through the scenic countryside of the extreme northeastern section of our state. On the drive back, we talked about our adventure and the beautiful cooper’s hawk and bald eagle we encountered. During our conversation I said I would have liked to have seen an owl, and, both my brother and nephew, told me this would be highly unlikely in the daytime. I, jokingly, insisted we would see one, and sure enough as we drove down the highway, I spotted what appeared to be an owl perched in a pine tree. My brother had to stop, turn the car around, and return to the tree, and, sure enough we saw this barred owl enjoying the afternoon sunshine.
I got out of the car to get a closer look but he/she took off as I approached. Here is a link to some more photographs of the barred owl. https://keepyoureyespeeled.net/birds-of-pennsylvania/nggallery/birds-of-pennsylvania/Barred-owl
We talked about this interesting, and rare encounter, over a nice breakfast at a nearby dinner. We then took a slow ride home, discussing the beautiful area we explored and planning a return trip, which hopefully will be soon. Here is a link to some more photographs from our trip along the Delaware River. https://keepyoureyespeeled.net/photographs-2017/nggallery/photographs-2017/Delaware-River-February-4-2017
The song of the river ends not at her banks but in the hearts of those who have loved her. — Buffalo Joe