The Beaverdam Cabin, where we retreated, is part of Green Gables Restaurant & Huddleson Court, so after a cozy night’s sleep under the eaves of the cabin roof, we’d lace up our boots and take a quick stroll to breakfast, where the fire was already crackling in the large hearth. The old stone, the warm wooden tones, the puzzle in progress, the play of light and shadows, and the general stillness set such a peaceful tone to the morning.
I love cities. I love the bustle. I love people watching. I love their food scenes and the convenience of a coffee shop within a block of my apartment, but every now and then (and definitely not as much as I would like), I love escaping to the quiet. Welcome to the quiet, welcome to the Beaverdam Creek Cabin in Jennestown, PA. Book your weekend there soon, and follow my Two-Night Cabin Getaway Menu for Two to make it a culinary retreat!
When I first began to travel in earnest, I was the portrait of a Type A personality- detailed plans, agendas, and mapped out routes, followed by lengthy journal entries documenting the excursions. I exuded the general enthusiasm and promptness of a cruise director paired with the quiet observation patterns of an anthropologist. Time and experience (and mostly the nation of… Keep Reading
The term “coffee table book,” when said by the right sort of judgmental tongue, implies a shallowness and showiness, but when it comes to In The Company of Women its coffee table home is a high compliment. From that perch, the book conveniently awaits my next couch lull, offering to fill my time with insights and inspiration and to prevent… Keep Reading
The creeping vine has begun to reveal a bright, blazing red. The blankets linger on the couch in the darkness of the mornings, tossed aside after cuddling in the evening’s chill. Soups and ciders have begun to be appealing again, and the bed has doubled with the thickness of comforters and quilts. It’s fall, but my mind keeps wandering back… Keep Reading
I want to tell you about a place where old men, who normally hunch over, bound down the most slippery path to a refreshingly cold creek, where white-haired women hop into a rusty, roaring truck with the greatest of ease, where a bell clangs and echoes, signaling it’s time to eat. This place requires a gulp of faith, as the only… Keep Reading
So you’re craving a doughnut in Pittsburgh (where I happen to live and crave doughnuts)? Option 1: You buy the popular gluten free “doughnut’ from one of several coffee shops, but it’s really just a muffin parading as a doughnut. Pleasant little treat that it may be, it in no way fulfills those deep doughnut desires. win-lose. Option 2: You eat an adorable… Keep Reading
People make all sorts of meccas. Young musicians travel to hear the vibrations of a maestro’s violin strings in person. Aspiring actors crane their necks from nosebleed seats to feel the energy and ambition of Broadway. Nature photographers check the Grand Canyon and Yosemite off their lists dutifully. Where do urban farmers go to see the work of their heroes? You’re… Keep Reading
“My purpose here [in My Life on the Road] is to tempt you to explore this country. American travel seems to need an advocate. If I’m going to Australia or Zambia, people tell me how exciting it is, yet if I am traveling anywhere in these United States, they sympathize and tell me how tiring it must be. In fact… Keep Reading
In the Venn diagram of my life, there would be one circle for my family, one circle for my romantic relationship, and the only sliver of overlap would be me. Perhaps as a way to protect the weirdness and charms of both parties, I’ve always preferred to keep these circles rather distinct. Then I met the Urban Farmer. Why must… Keep Reading