Tuesday, June 17, 2025

PA Gifford Pinchot State Park: Round the Lake Hike, 12 mi.

 

American Toad - poison glands obvious! 

On a very rainy day my dog Amos and I hiked a circuit around the large impoundment lake at Gifford Pinchot State Park in York County. I am not a fair weather hiker. I go hiking no matter what. "It builds character!" a hiking friend once said  (we were hiking in a hurricane) and that's sort of how I felt about this excursion. Amos and I harvested some more of that character on this 12-mile slog through flooded trails that, with one major road-walk reroute, ran and pooled with water the whole way 'round.  It was a challenge - and a lot of fun!


We started at 9am when the rain did...

...and the mud became muddier...

...then the trail ran like a river...

...until it became a lake.

Amos will wade through any water AS LONG AS IT DOES NOT TOUCH HIS BELLY. That said, I tried hard to follow Leave No Trace principles and not hike around, but Amos and his belly dictated that at least two deep water go-arounds were non-negotiable, so a-bushwacking we went.  Otherwise we waded and mucked and sloshed straight on through. 


Oyster Mushroom

Mullein

Coreopsis

A well-known wildflower photographer once gave a workshop at our local nature center. He stressed that cloudy, rainy days are the best times to go out and capture color. I remembered that little tip as we passed woods edges full of flowers so brightly beaming yellow despite the low light. Even yellow mushrooms were in on the act. Goldfinches and a Common Yellowthroat at the marsh twinkled in their intense yellow spring plumage. It all but made up for the absence of sun.


See the resemblance?

Diabase rocks made monumental pasture walls

Diabase boulder overlook

Tessellated weathering (tiles)

Diabase is the rock type here. It's a sub-volcanic rock that weathered out from buried plutons, underground chambers that cooled in place and never reached the surface as lava. Diabase is found throughout Northern York County in a belt of volcanics that stretches from Gettysburg in Adams County in an arc across the Susquehanna River east towards the Iron Hills of Lancaster and Chester Counties. It's hard stuff and farmers did everything they could to clear their fields of it or risk breaking plow blades. By the Depression Era, farmlands in the area had been exhausted and much of the landscape was secondary scrub, overgrown and run-down. In the 1950s the state acquired the farms and began constructing the first metropolitan part in the growing state park system. By 1960 it was open for business including public swimming beaches, trails, playgrounds, and small boat launches. It was a tradition growing up with "Pinchot" summers. See Notes (below).

Vernal pools and citizen science!

Stopping by for a frog check

Cattail and pond lily marshes


By the time we reached the far side of the lake the rains were really pouring down. We checked out the marshes for ducks but could hardly see through the downpour. My binoculars stayed dry and unused in their drybag in my pack but everything else on me or inside my pack (even with a rain cover) was drenched. Oh well. It was warm enough not to have to worry much about getting cold as long as we didn't stop for too long. We crossed the bridge into the woods through the old Weller Farm wall gate and soon emerged into the day use area with its fields of picnic tables, grills, picnic lawns, and playgrounds. Time for a snack break in the pavilion but as winds increased even under roof, the rain found us. 


Old Weller Farm gate 

Drenching through the farm site

Snack break in a driving rain


The open fields of the day use area really drenched us. Once back into the woods following the yellow blazes I noted how much rain the canopy overhead intercepted from our direct battering. Amos was happy to be under cover again, but now the trails really were becoming small rivers and lakes. He kept looking back at me as if to express his worry of a wet belly. 
   

 
White Jelly Fungus

Skullcap

Ghost Pipes 



As we progressed towards the ravine where the dam was built in the 1950s to create the lake, the trails became completely submerged. All that water was running down the same hill we were hiking down. I heard the wet-foot stream crossing long before I saw it. Normally this little stream is a hop-skip across smooth ledges to continue the trail on the other side, but not today! Amos was very nervous about approaching it, even if just for a minute to get a picture. Turn around! Don't drown! We high-tailed it back up the hill to the nearest intersection with a bridle trail and slogged through some very deep mud horse trails out to the road. We rerouted for a two-mile walk around the ravine valley. 


Turn around! 

A little road walk...

... past the Maytown Schoolhouse...

...and Benders Cemetery.

Died 1844, 80 yrs. 


Road walking has its joys, too. We found the Maytown Schoolhouse and explored the Bender Cemetery along the Alpine Road to the dam parking lot and the next access to the Lakeside Trail. In the graveyard we found many birthdates before 1776. Some of the markers had flags and I wondered if they were Revolutionary War veterans? A nice lady pulled up alongside and asked we if needed a ride. I told her no, thank you, we were hiking in the rain on purpose. She gave a big smile and said "Atta girl!" and waved goodbye as she pulled off. 


Crossing over (not through) Beaver Creek

Spill way into Beaver Creek

Mason Dixon Trail and Lakeside Trail combine

Alpine and Mason Dixon Trails combine


The rain finally subsided after mile 8, which would have been mile 6 were it not for the 2-mile road walk (which was delightful) and we strolled past the great diabase boulders and rocky overlooks, slowly drip-drying as we went. Like meeting up with an old friend, the robin's egg blue of the long-distance Mason Dixon Trail joined the Lakeside Trail and I decided to stay on the MDT and divert off the Lakeside Trail. Around mile 10 we cruised through the disc golf area where we met a soaked but happy player who offered me a free throw (!!) and past a little boat launch where Amos told me he was extra hungry. At mile 11.8 were back at the truck with a deep toweling off for Amos, dinner, and a well earned hound's nap in the back of the truck. 


Let's go eat!


Amos snoring in his comfy bed by 5pm. 


Both the Mason Dixon Trail and Pinchot State Park are like old friends to me. When hiking pal Kim and I finished our MDT section hike in 2016, I remember coming through the park feeling like a homecoming. How many times have I followed the blue blazes through this park - first with my dad and then with friends and many dogs over the years. My first time to Pinchot was when I was eleven. Soon I'll be 65 and thankful I can keep coming out to walk these trails even in the pouring rain.


Notes: 

Pennsylvania's First Metropolitan State Park  Pennsylvania Historic Preservation blog; PA State Historic Preservation Office. July 31, 2024 


Road walk = orange dots / loop travel  = clockwise / 12 miles 



 














Friday, May 23, 2025

PA Gallitzin State Forest - County Line Trail / Buffalo Road

Our second hike in Gallitzin State Forest traversed the very edge of the Allegheny Front on the County Line Trail with a loop back on the Buffalo Road, a dirt and gravel state forest road. The trail was very overgrown, mostly with springtime grasses and ferns, but without blowdowns or obstacles. Just pushing through was not difficult. To reach the trailhead I drove up a steep pass that reportedly marked one of many routes made by Bison that connected summer high grazing areas with protected winter valleys below. These ancient animal-made paths were worn into the landscape over thousands of years of seasonal migration and also used by indigenous people as footpaths. Many of the great Indian Paths of Pennsylvania followed migratory animal routes north to south and east to west, the Warriors Path among them in the valley below.  Later these paths were made over as wagon roads and then highways. 


Amos on the Mountain Road Pass

The hallmark of the Pleistocene in PA following the retreat of the last glaciers was existence of large herds of grazing animals including Bison, Wooly Mammoth, and Giant Elk when grasslands and tundra-like savanna defined the landscape. Animals moving en masse across the land began the network of migratory routes that today appear as mundane as the curvy paved two-lane RT 56 or the side slope- climbing Mountain Road.  Paleo-Indians would have followed these herds, living nomadically. By the end of the Late Pleistocene and into the warmer Woodland Periods of 8,000 years ago, these migration routes connecting the Allegheny high country with the Appalachian lowlands were well-worn into the massive wall of the Allegheny Front.   


Lunch spot 

During the 1700s  Euro-settler expansion and hunting pressure reduced historic modern Eastern Elk, White Tailed Deer, and the few remaining herds of Wood Bison to near extinction. The last Bison in PA  were killed in the early 1800s. Woodland Period Peoples who became the Shawnee, Erie, Iroquois, Susquehannock, and Lenni Lenape suffered too as herds disappeared and their lifeways were debilitated by colonizer culture and land use. By the mid-1800s as the last migratory herds of grazing animals disappeared, the ten thousand year old bioregional links that connected ecosystems of Appalachian Valley and Ridge province with the Allegheny Mountains flickered out. Then came the 20th century scientific controversy. Were these large herds of animals ever in Pennsylvania at all?  


Wild Sarsaparilla

There is scant archeological evidence that large herds of Bison survived up into the historical period. There are no skeletal remains, no physical record of trading of Bison parts, hides, or meat between indigenous and European settlers. Archeologists argue that Bison were not important elements of pre-contact culture because they do not appear in any form among in curated materials kept in collection. 

Paleo-archeologists argue that large herd animals were very early victims of rapid environmental change and improved human hunting strategy as evidenced by large caches of Clovis spear points found Western and Central PA. Historians of the early settlement period argue that settler journals and oral accounts of Bison roaming our lands cannot be used as physical evidence. But modern Native People of Pennsylvania disagree especially among the story-keepers of the Shawnee. They claim that ancestors participated in great Bison hunts along the Allegheny Front, hunting near the great migration paths that traversed the steep-sided mountain wall. The Shawnee story-keepers living today insist that Bison were an integral part of the pre-contact landscape and to argue otherwise is a form of white-washing their history on the land. This is an example of Traditional Ecological Knowledge (TEK) being contested by modern Western science (archeology in particular). It is a controversy I have my college students study in class. Who to believe and why? Science or story? 


A blaze ahead! Press on!

I spoke with an archeologist friend of mine about how to think about this debate. Kate said believe the people who were here to witness it, believe the lay of the land, and remember we haven't scientifically discovered everything there is to discover. "Lack of evidence is not evidence of absence." 

So I hiked along, wading through fern and high grass, imagining that a thousand years ago Amos and I might have observed hungry Bison emerging up through the gaps to reach the lush grasslands here before forest became the primary land cover. The Allegheny grasslands were most likely a product of periodic burning which kept the forests at bay, partially because of high altitude fires caused by lightening in a flammable grass and conifer ecosystem and partially because native people used managed fire to favor the grassland habitat that attracted Bison. 

As we walked I became more and more convinced - both mentally and spiritually - that we were walking an ancient path of gathered, moving herds of Bison on a high country spring migration. I could imagine the sounds of large animals moving across the land, the sharp tug and tearing of grass being pulled and munched, the grunts and grumbles of a moving mass of wooly, social creatures. I've followed a small herd of Bison to know what that sounds like and I will never forget how safe and content I felt walking along behind them at a good distance but close enough to smell their wooly coats and hear their conversations. The County Line Trail in all its overgrowth and windy bluster had this feel.     


Northern Starflower

Marsh Violet

Oak Apple Gall


Archeologists explain that yes, there have been many fragmentary discoveries of Bison in the central region of Pennsylvania but the evidence was not retained or collected. Physical evidence that has not been curated is considered simply hearsay. Bressler (1938) reports Bison bones from several Woodland Period sites near here including a midden where a Bison skull with an embedded arrow point was excavated. A worker tried to pull the arrow from the skull and broke everything including the fragile skull so they tossed it all! No evidence remains. Late Woodland and Pleistocene dig sites in the central and western Pennsylvania Alleghenies claim lots of finds for evidence like bits of bone and teeth but were done so long ago that no one thought to secure the evidence for future confirmation. Archeology and paleontology were such new branches of scientific discovery in the mid-1800s that protocols for future confirmation and recording hadn't been put into place. 

But what about all the places in Pennsylvania that include the word buffalo?    


Appalachian Ridge and Valley looking east from the Allegheny Front

Places names don't count as evidence either even though there are literally dozens of places in Pennsylvania with the name buffalo-something. There's Buffalo Mills near here, several Buffalo Creeks and a Buffalo Run in the valleys below. Further east there's Little Buffalo State Park and  Buffalo Township west of here. George Washington wrote in his journals while on assignment to Western Pennsylvania about abundant buffalo paths, buffalo salt licks, and the Shawnee trade in buffalo hides. But even our first president's written accounts are considered not admissible as evidence of Bison in Pennsylvania.  Even settlers and soldiers captured by Shawnee, who lived among them for decades as tribal adoptees (not slaves or prisoners) wrote or told of buffalo hunts and the use of "buffalo roads" to traverse difficult terrain. All this is considered anecdotal and not proof of real scientific evidence. 


Red Columbine (native)

Red Columbine

But Shawnee TEK includes stories of complex socio-ecological relationships between the Shawnee in Pennsylvania and the animals who they depended on in the times before colonization. My favorite story is "Brother Crow and Brother Buffalo" that highlights the interactions among hunters and the animals. In this story the people found it frustrating that crows and other scavengers would often get so excited for a buffalo hunt that their commotions would warn the buffalo away. Scavenging animals often follow hunters (human or non-human) in hopes of striking a win for the pickings and is observable today among deer hunters who shoo away crows and jays excited at the prospect of a gut pile or carcass to feast on.  

In the story the human hunters resorted to covering themselves in buffalo hides to disguise their actions from the crows. Still, the crows gave away the hunters. They captures Brother Crow to silence him and as a warning, put him into the coals of a campfire which singed his feathers and turned him black. Brother Crow promised to calm down and stop ruining the hunts. The Shawnee hunter explained that because everyone will starve or freeze, including the wild animals that depend on human hunters for scavenging their kills including fox, vulture, eagle, wolf, hawk, bear. Brother Crow was sworn to keep it down, stop calling to the whole world "Hunt! Come! Come! Hunt!" 

The Shawnee hunters release Brother Crow with an understanding that "Crow is our brother. Buffalo is our brother also. Brother Crow, who is now black, will promise not to ruin the hunt which could mean suffering for many. We will hunt buffalo only when we need food and skins. We will always remember to give thanks."  


On the edge

Yellow Birch

Halictid, Green Metallic Sweat Bee (native)


Descendants of the great mound-building cultures of the Woodland Period, the Shawnee of Pennsylvania and Ohio were in constant motion across  Allegheny landscapes never building permanent settlements. They were dependent on the movements of game animals and the seasonal resources of forests and grasslands which disappeared steadily under the White settler's axe and plow.  Driven steadily west by European colonizers and bloody military engagements, later by government decree and federal policy, the Shawnee fought hard for their homelands for more than 200 years but were finally forced onto Kansas, Missouri, and Oklahoma reservations.  

Shawnee story-keepers like the late Ron Higgins (see Notes) maintain critical ties to Shawnee environmental history.  The work of these men and women to preserve the TEK of the Shawnee People should be conserved as evidence of the socio-ecological relationships of people to the animals that once lived here. My archeologist friend agrees. "This evidence should not be white-washed by modern science. TEK is real evidence."


False Solomons Seal

False Solomons Seal

Solomons Seal


A great grass river

According to my All Trails app which was tracking our hike via satellite - that comforting little blue dot -  we were very close to the Buffalo Road, now a forest access road maintained by Gallitzin State Forest. The grass was so high on the nearly non-existent trail, however, that Amos was almost submerged beneath it. Minus the trees, I could imagine a great grasslands here "as high as a buffalo's eye" rolling across the plateau. The grass covered Amos and came up to my waist. We continued to follow this vast green stream through the woods until - poof! - we were standing on gravel! What a metaphorical cultural mind bender, going from dense corridors of grassland to open road in an instant. 



Anise Root

Wild Yam


As we walked the road back to where I'd left the truck, loose flocks of migrating birds - warblers, orioles, thrushes - crossed the opening overhead. My Merlin app was super busy recording the songs of passing birds. Growing along the roadsides I photographed a wide variety of plants including the largest field of native Red Columbine I've ever observed. These plants are all mentioned in traditional Shawnee TEK as being important medicinally and for food and fiber. I stopped to compare the False Solomon's Seal with "true" Solomon's Seal, one blooming profusely with single dangling flowers in a line beneath the zig-zag leaves from nodes in the stem and the other blooming in little sprays of tiny flowers at the terminal end of the ruffled leafed stem. These plants look alike but had very different medicinal uses and were collected and processed for treating upset stomachs as tea or poultices for cuts and bruises. 


View from County Line Trail


Back at the truck we rested for a little bit and I brushed Amos free of the thirty thousand grass seeds stuck in his short coat. I reviewed the many pictures I'd taken at the overlooks along the trail as I munched a trail snack. I thought about Kate challenging the rules of scientific evidence. It is hard to find and curate evidence of people and animals who have moved constantly across a landscape. And, it is easy afterwards for the colonizer argument to contest their existence, leveraged by Western scientific protocols. 

I am certain that Bison had long been on this land, the evidence for them embedded in the land itself. Their great migration routes are buried beneath our roads and highways. Their side-winding herd paths from valley to highlands well established along the Allegheny Front thousands of years ago are hiding in plain sight. Though beautiful views, I felt a kind of loneliness, a sadness for what was missing.


View from Buffalo and Mountain Roads overlook


Does the land miss its animals once they are gone? Does the land wish for its People to return? A modern Shawnee tribal leader, Jim Lee, whose family has lived in Oklahoma for generations stated in an interview that a generations-old wish among his band of former Pennsylvania/West Virginia people is to their return to the Alleghenies. "We have been away and we are going home"  


Notes:

The Great Archeological Bison Debate still rages on in Pennsylvania. https://twipa.blogspot.com/2020/02/bison-in-pennsylvania-yesnoprobably-not.html

James Swank (1918) "Buffaloes in Pennsylvania" Lancaster Historical Society https://www.lancasterhistory.org/images/stories/JournalArticles/vol12no8pp295_302_212827.pdf

Dr. Maria Wheeler-Dubas (2018) "Were They or Weren't They: The Pennsylvania Bison Natural History Mystery" Phipps Conservatory. https://www.phipps.conservatory.org/blog/detail/biopgh-blog-were-they-or-werent-they-the-pennsylvania-bison-natural-history

Ron Higgins, Wehyehpihehrsehnhwah, Shawnee Story-Keeper (TEK) passed away in 2015. He is greatly missed by all who knew him and learned from him.  People.  https://www.toledoblade.com/MattMarkey/2015/08/23/Tales-of-ancient-Shawnee-hunters-sadly-go-silent/stories/20150822171

Jim Lee, Shawnee tribal leader, video history of Shawnee removals and resettlements, with the Johnson County Library, Kansas, 2021. https://youtu.be/0DOTJPYSjXU?si=XoJaK1gf_6XgvvS5