Confluence

It’s so interesting to follow a river down a mountain, watching it change and broaden as it flows through different terrain. 


Cyclists used to take a mile and a half detour, following the Casselmann River as it flowed in a tight U shape around the Pinkerton Horn, a huge rock formation. After years of volunteers raising funds and then construction, we get cross the river on a bridge and go through the rock in the Pinkerton Tunnel. This is a great vantage point to watch the kayakers.

The water is fast and the rapids and rocks create hydraulics for the kayakers to play in. I’m jealous! I love to kayak, although I don’t know how to use those sporty little trick kayaks. I’m more of a laze along the river, drifter, kind of kayaker.

Our last tunnel is a modern one. 

The  bike trip ends in Confluence for Gary and I, the start of our journey on the Great Allegheny Passage many years ago. Gary just loves it when the Trail ends with an easy beer!


We choose to sit outside in the gardens and watch the river, pleasantly tired, and wait for our shuttle to take us back to Meyersdale. We rode 65 miles total, Cumberland, Maryland to Confluence, Pennsylvania. Riding downhill both ways from Meyersdale was awesome! There are about 20 miles from McKeesport to Point Park in Pittsburg that I’d like to ride someday, to complete the entire trail. 

Gary brought is fly rod, hoping to get a chance to do a little fishing but there just wasn’t time on the bike ride. So we decided to extend the trip another day and stay a night in Carlisle, PA. Unfortunately he only got a few bites on the Yellow Breeches. 


I spotted a heron, fishing also, no doubt. 

The Yellow Breeches flows from the small lake at Boiling Springs. The river got its name from Brittish Troops washing their white “breeches” and having them turn yellow because of the sulphur in the water. History abounds in Boiling Springs, from the Revolutionary War to the Civil War, where it was a stop on the Underground Railroad. The water doesn’t actually boil, it’s bubbles up from the aquifer, freezing cold. Hey, check out that white blaze on the huge tree on the right. 


The Appalachian Trail goes right along the edge of the lake. Laura and I hiked through here years ago, meeting Gary for a pick-up and dinner at the very delicious Boiling Springs Tavern Restaurant. Biking trails, hiking trails, rivers and mountains; I’ve had a wonderful and quite nostalgic, totaly enjoyable trip.


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Comments

  1. BARBARA MACEY says:

    Terry,

    I’ve so enjoyed your biking/hiking adventure & am very grateful that you were generous to share it all with us. My family has been avid hikers for years, throughout Europe & much of the US. We lived in Abingdon, VA with The Appalachian Trail in our back door as well as The Creeper Trail (old railway) & we took advantage of as much as was possible at the time.

    Again Terry, Thank you for your generosity; loved the wildflowers but not the snake!

  2. Nancy Byers says:

    From, Carlisle and lived in Boiling Springs till 1986. a great place to raise a family.. lots of famous fly fishermen fished in the creek.. Now Gary is one of them..

  3. I’ve enjoyed your travelogue, thanks for sharing it.