Friday, July 31, 2015
Lately, I've been carrying a Rothco Canvas Ammo Shoulder Bag as a
murse Man Bag, and I've been really liking it. It's the smallest bag I've seen that doesn't look like a ladies purse, yet holds all of my essentials. There's even room to add a large'ish item, like a DSLR or water bottle and snacks should I need to. The build quality is so-so, but at $9.95 how can you complain?
One challenge: how to attach said bag to my bike? I've got a bike rack, so I suppose I could have just tied it there. But I wanted a quicker, no fuss solution.
I had attached a carabiner to the side of the bag to hold my car keys, and so it was a natural move to clip the bag to the side of the bike rack. From there, it was easy enough to thread the strap around the bike rack and back to the carabiner. The result is a sort of primitive pannier. That probably sounds more complicated than it is to do:
I've now done two rides with the bag attached this way, and I've been quite happy with the solution. The bag is lightweight enough that it doesn't throw off the balance of the bike, it hasn't gotten in the way of me peddling and it's been secure the whole time. Best of all, attaching and removing the bag takes just a few seconds and requires nothing more than the clip already attached to the bag.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
A while back I came across this How-To video for making a leather drawstring bag. I was impressed how the creator of the video turned a scrap of leather into a sharp looking bag, perfect for playing mountain man.
Of course, I don't have any spare leather lying around, nor the patience to do this project right. But it did occur to me that I had an extra Tyvek Envelop and sneaker shoelace at my disposal, which would approximate the needed materials. In about 10 minutes I followed these steps and ended up with a little Tyvek bag:
Filling the bag with
decorative marbles sling shot ammunition did shape it well:
Now that I've got this super lighweight, super durable, waterproof pouch, what am I going to do with it? Not sure. I know that it's not huge, but it does fit my absolute essentials: keychain and wallet:
So potentially when I don't have any pockets, I could throw my goodies in the pouch. Also, the pouch weighs almost nothing and when folded flat takes up almost no volume. So I could imagine throwing this bag into my backpack while camping and using the pouch to store odds and ends on the trail. Regardless, given the cost of the project (read: free) and the time it took to put together (10 minutes) I can hardly complain.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
My Dad can proudly wear the title fisherman. I can not. Sure, I'll fish every now and then, but my skills haven't progressed much further than my 10 year old self. I want to change that, and the only way I know how is through some serious trial and error. The challenge is, who the heck has time to go fishing?
Turns out, I do. I've learned that if I stash my fishing gear in the car and drive to the closest possible fishing hole, I can get a full fishing adventure in, in about an hour. That includes driving to and from the water. I've now done this three times, and each time I do I feel like I'm playing hookey (which I suppose I am; but who's going to miss me at 6am?).
My fishing destination of choice has been adjacent to the Columbia Island Marina. Why? I can be there in about 4 minutes of driving, there's easy parking, there are signs that say fishing is legal. The mornings I've been there, I've seen plenty of signs of fish, including them jumping and one whopper of a catfish swimming up to the end of where I was standing. Sure, I haven't caught these fish, but it gives me hope.
So far, the experience has been oddly surreal. At 6:00am, there's only the occasional biker to intrude, and it's a way different experience fishing alone than with my Dad. Sure, my inner voice is hard at work convincing me that I'm acting silly, doing this all wrong and will make an ass of myself. But the fact of the matter is, this is fun. Different and fun.
And at 6:30am today I had a pleasant surprise, my first fish:
No, that's not an optical illusion, he really is that tiny. If there was such thing as a pity fish, he'd (or she'd?) probably be it. But still, I caught him (yeah, let's call him a him).
Every fisherman has to start somewhere?
So if we're on a conference call and you hear some splashing in the background, just ignore that. It's nothing. Probably just static on the line or something.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Random observations from around the garden:
While I love growing esoteric and under appreciated plants (see: borage, below), there's just something to be said about home grown tomatoes. They may be easy to grow, and as mainstream as can be, but they taste awesome:
One of the biggest surprises of the season has been watching our corn grow. For months it did nothing and then it sort of flowered and started producing silk. Now you can actually see the ears of corn growing. Corn on the cob is so familiar, yet as a plant, it's downright alien:
Finally, our borage is flowering. Even though it's clearly planted in the wrong part of the yard (in the shade, versus sun), it's still managing to eek out an existence.
The purslane I planted in an old prune container has been growing nicely. I've taken a few cuttings like the ones below and nibbled on them--they taste great. Next year, I hope to grow a real crop of this stuff, as it's quite tasty.
I come out this morning and notice one of the baby's breath plants arranged at this odd angle. Looking closer, I realize that a spider has co-opted the plant as anchor for parts of its web. The web and spider were quite impressive, but when I returned a few hours later to grab a proper photo of it, it was gone. Still, the 56 inch or so length of thread that held up the web is still there. Think about that: if the spider was half an inch long, it managed to construct and position a length of thread 112 times its size. That's like me constructing and suspending a 672 foot piece of rope; solo no less. That's astounding, and yet, quite common.
Monday, July 27, 2015
After the success I had making primitive rock tools, I've been on the lookout for other seemingly daunting outdoor skills I can take a quickie approach with. The idea is to use imperfect materials and techniques, yet still get usable results. After some research, I decided to apply this same philosophy to making cordage. Rope is one of those items that just about every outdoor project seems to call for, and knowing how to make it would be super handy. Like high quality rock tools, the ingredients seem hard to come by (we don't grow much yucca around here) and the skill looks quite advanced. Turns out, also like rock tools, these hurdles are easy to overcome.
First, for materials I used an old t-shirt. This is an idea I'd mentioned almost a year ago, yet never took any action on. An old t-shirt not only works because it's easy to find for practice, but in an outdoors situation you'd most likely have either a t-shirt or the equivalent to work with. I'd imagine that I could perform the exact same routine using a mylar space blanket or a lightload towel if it was cordage I was after.
Second, the technique really isn't that hard. It's tricky to describe in words, but actually doing it is pretty straightforward. Here's what I did:
Step 1. I grabbed an old t-shirt and a rock flake to do the cutting. The rock was broken off of a piece of quartz I found lying next to my house. Nothing exotic. I was curious if I could make cordage using nothing but the t-shirt and other natural materials. Oh, and YouTube. Using the rock, I perforated the shirt and pulled out some strips:
Using this quick technique, I ended up with 4 strips of t-shirt:
Step 2. I opened up this YouTube video on the topic of making cordage. You can watch the whole thing, or skip to 5 minutes in and watch just the relevant part. Or, you can search YouTube for other cordage videos, there are lots of options. I simply did what Mitch instructed in the video:
Step 3. After about 10 minutes I marveled at my creation:
To my amazement, the results looked an awful lot like cordage! This is definitely one of those no-thinking needed tasks, so once you get going, I could imagine cranking out foot after foot of cordage.
While I was impressed with how rope'y my results were, I was curious how functional it was. I attempted to dangle a 15lb kettle bell from the rope and sure enough, it broke at a splice. At a non-spliced point however, it held the weight without issue. While I wouldn't want to rock climb with this stuff, I could see how you could actually put this cordage to use.
While not quite as satisfying as bashing rocks together, making cordage really is pretty amazing. You start with random strands of a t-shirt and end up with all-purpose rope. So cool.
Friday, July 24, 2015
There's a long running debate in photography circles: which is better, zoom lenses or prime lenses? Obviously the zoom, because, well it zooms. But many pros will tell you just how misguided your thinking is if you're in the zoom camp.
And then comes along this video which reshapes the discussion in my mind. I'll post the video below, but the very short version is that a photographer demonstrates shooting the same headshot with different lenses, ranging from a 10mm lens to a 500mm lens. It's a practical experiment that shows the impact of focal length on a photo.
But it struck a more obvious point in me. If you look at a typical zoom lens, it has focal length markings. Here I've set my lens to 100mm:
Which means, if I don't adjust the zoom, for all and intents and purposes, I'm holding a 100mm prime lens. As long as I'm disciplined about setting the focal length and then framing the shot around said focal length, I'm getting many of the key benefits of a prime lens. So obvious. So simple.
I've been trying this photography habit for a few weeks now, and I've found it really does change how I take photos. After all, by selecting a single focal length (say, 100mm) you're left with only one way to a frame a shot: move around. And in many respects, it's this moving around that prime lens lover so praise.
Here, what the video and see if you find it as insightful:
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
In our area, we've got a hefty supply of pokeweed and lately, I've noticed a bunch of seedlings growing on the edges of our yard. While the plant is known to be poisonous, I vaguely remembered reading that parts of it were edible.
So I did a bit of research, and sure enough, young poke is edible. It's actually supposed to be more than edible, it's supposed to be quite tasty. What the heck, I figured, I might as well give this plant a try. Here's what I did.
Step 1. Figure out the most conservative way to prepare poke. Some books, suggest that merely sauteing poke is enough to neutralize its poisons, while the Wild Edibles App recommends boiling for a minute, then draining, then repeating for 15 minutes to make sure all the poison is gone. Yeah, I decided to go the 15+ minute route. I also confirmed this strategy with YouTube where people demonstrate cooking and eat this stuff (versus copying and pasting tales of people eating it).
Step 2. Collect the plants. Luckily, Poke isn't hard to identify as we've got quite a selection of plants from older (non-edible, but easily recognizable) plants to quite young ones. You want the young plants, but sources disagree as to how young. Some say anything over 7 inches tall is off limits, and that's essentially the rule I followed. In fact, I found ones that we even shorter. I collected them by trimming off the shoot and leaving the root alone. For this experiment I collected just a couple of plants, which resulted in about two bites worth of poke. If I was going to play with fire, it was going to be an especially small fire.
Step 3. Prepare. I followed the basic recipe in the Wild Edibles app: cut into bite size pieces, drop into boiling water, drain, smooshing water out of the stalks, repeat. After 20 minutes or so, my small collection looked like so:
Step 4. Eat. You're supposed to saute poke in olive oil or dress it up, but I was curious what the basic plant tasted like. After all, wouldn't any food taste pretty good sauteed in enough olive oil?
And the verdict, after my 3 bites, is: surprisingly good!.
The first food that came to mind when chewing on poke was pasta. It had that same neutral, but firm texture that makes it such a good base for so many dishes. I could totally see using this as a pasta substitute. There was no sharp or bitter flavor at all. It just tasted like food.
Some folks suggest that you can grow poke yourself, and because you only want the shoots, you can grow it in low light conditions indoors. That's an interesting suggestion: growing a tasty veggie in your basement. I may have to give that a try.
The next experiment is to collect up and cook an entire dish worth of poke. Anyone want to taste the first bite of said dish?
[Note: I tried this experiment and composed this e-mail 2 days ago, yet am intentionally publishing this now. So yeah, there are no side effects from my little adventure to report. You know, like poisoning myself and all.]
I randomly set my cell phone down on a Library Book, and to my surprise, the phone beeped back at me. It wanted to handle the current NFC tag. Huh? Peeking inside the back cover of the book, I see this sticker:
The tag doesn't appear to contain much data:
The fact that it's writeable makes me wonder if I could store my own data in the tag. Perhaps I could store the last page I was reading? Or, better yet, a secret message to be picked up by my handler. You know, a sort of NFC based dead drop.
Spycraft aside, I do wonder what the best use of this technology is. Certainly, the library could build an app that would allow you to trivially scan and renew a book. I suppose they could even allow you to check out the book without standing in line at a kiosk. That would be nice.
The obvious use without needing to get the library involved is to do a variation on my NFC object tracking. That is, scan the book, and leave notes associated with it for later review.
Yeah, I'm not how I'll put these tags to use. But it sure is cool finding NFC tags in the wild.
Oh, and before you go off and quit your day job to write a killer Arlington Library NFC app, note that of the 5 books I have checked out, only one of them has a tag. It's a 2001 edition of Roadside Geology of Virginia. Sort of a random book to get tagged (versus, say, a new book). So who knows where Arlington is going with this whole tagging effort.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
A little over 10 days ago we started an experiment: what if we took some of the herbs from our garden and created infused vodka? That'd be fun, right?
Here's the before photo:
And here, after 10 days of shaking a couple of times a day, is the after photo:
Using cheesecloth, I strained the liquid into a Pyrex measuring cup. Then washed out the jars and poured the liquid back. Here's the final product:
For starters, we had successfully turned clear vodka, green. Not sure if that's an accomplishment or not.
Shira and then sat down with three shot glasses full of vodka. We had Jar 1, Jar 2 and just a regular 'ol shot of the Skyy Vokda (every experiment needs a control, right?).
Now onto the million dollar question: taste!
Jar 1 was mainly mojito mint with a couple leaves of borrage tossed in. It tasted...feh. I was obviously hoping for a nice mint flavor, but: (a) I don't think that I fully appreciate what mojito mint actually tastes like, and (b) this is firggin vodka. Earlier this year I had made etrog liquor which involves flavoring vodka, but also adding a huge amount of sugar. The results were surprisingly drinkable. I guess I was hoping the mint the vodka would be more lie my etrog experience, though minty rather than citrusy. Compared to the control vodka, Jar 1 was definitely flavored. Though I can't really recommend it.
Jar 2 was flavored with sweet Thai basil. Yes, you read that right, basil flavored vodka. I'm not a huge fan of basil per se, but fresh off the plant it smelled delicious. So into the vodka it went. And for taste: surprisingly good. Again, we're talking straight vodka here, but the flavor was definitely basil'y and in a good way. I doubt I'd sit around and sip basil vodka on a regular basis, but there's definitely something to it. And I bet it would be interesting in a cocktail.
So the basil won out over the mojito mint.
The etrog liquor I made was far more drinkable than either of the jars above. So before I start my next infusion I'm going to have to consider a fancier recipe than just a plain infusion. Good times and a fun way to put the garden to use.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Yesterday, we tackled an 8 mile circuit around the Patapsco Valley State Park. The hike was a wonderful one offering woodsy trails, gurgling streams and easy access to the Patapsco river. Unfortunately, we were trying to beat the mid day sun (which would reach a feels like of 118° by the time our hike was over), so we didn't have a lot of time to dilly-dally. If we were to do this hike again, I'd want to plan some serious swimming and fishing time in the Patapsco river, as it offers lots of opportunities for both activities. Seriously, instead of hauling the family off to the beach, I could totally imagine taking them for a fun day on the river.
The hike's rating of "moderate" seems appropriate. There were a few, relatively short uphill sections, but nothing too dicey.
The main challenge, it turned out, was that it wasn't always clear we were following the instructions. To help the next hiker who takes this route, here's an annotated set of directions. These are things I wish we knew when we did this hike:
HIKE DESCRIPTION: Counterclockwise. Parking underneath the power lines,
> We had no problem finding this parking lot. Just pull into the park, note the tire playground in front and as you take road to the right, turn off near the nature center. Then pull under the powerlines and park.
follow them through the grassy field for about 1/2 mile before turning left into the woods on Santee Branch Trail.
> We didn't do this, nor do I think you're intended to do this. Instead, we walked down the main campground trail for a few minutes and found where Santee Branch Trail cuts across. We went right. The Santee Branch Trail is blazed white and we followed these white blazes. At some point, the trail comes to a kind of T. To the left are white blazes, to the right are trees where the blazes appear to be covered up. We intentionally went right and confirmed that used to be the Santee Branch Trail and does indeed come out under the powerlines. You can save yourself the trouble and just go left. Just follow the white blazes.
Turn right and cross under the powerlines again on Vineyard Spring Trail.
> There were a number of unmarked trails coming into the Santee Branch Trail. We (correctly) ignored them. Eventually we popped under the powerlines and and sure enough, there was a trail that led off to the right, crossing under the powerlines and going into the woods. This trail, to our surprise wasn't marked. However, it's the trail to follow. So yeah, leave the Santee Branch Trail when you hit the power lines again, but know there won't be a sign waiting for you.
Going under the train tracks,
> We followed the unmarked (but clear) trail until it hit a sort a junction. We followed straight for a short period of time, where it crested a hill and we could look down and see train tracks. We then backtracked to the junction and went left at it. Again, the trail is unmarked, but it looked to head down to the tracks. To our relief, this trail did indeed lead to a bridge that the train tracks ran over and we could walk under.
turn right and continue on the paved Grist Mill Trail. Turn left to cross the Swinging Bridge (restrooms here), then
> This is as advertised.
go uphill on the Cascade Falls Trail.
> This through me just a bit. You do go uphill, but only for a relatively short distance. I was expecting to climb back into the woods, but that's not what you do. Instead, you go uphill for a short distance and turn right. At this point, you're just trying to stay on a trail that parallels the river. If you see the river to your right, you're fine.
Continue to follow the blue markers and the trail will route to the right, then downhill to the left to reconnect to the trail along the river towards Bloedes Dam.
> We found a sandy path a few feet from the river. That worked. Though, above us appeared to be a road, which turned out to be the trail we were supposed to be on. Again, as long as you're following the river, you're fine. Don't overthink it.
Lunch at Bloedes Dam.
> There were kids swimming, men fishing and lots of people lunching along the river. Plan to do so yourself.
Following the river, circuit around when the trail ends at Ilchester Road (go over guardrail) and route back onto the Grist Mill Trail by crossing the second Swinging Bridge. Turn left at Bloedes Dam to get onto the Buzzard Rock Trail. At the top, to the left is the Ilchester Overlook. Continue on the Buzzard Rock Trail until it ends at a small parking lot. Cross under power lines again to continue on the trail. Continue left on the Saw Mill Branch Trail and meander along the stream. Cross in front of the train tunnel and go left up the hill on Forest Glen Trail
> All of the above is as advertised. Don't overthink any of it - find out what blaze you should be following and stick to it.
to return to the Hilton Parking Area.
> We popped up at a parking lot felt like we were nowhere near our car. Don't panic. Just follow the road around and you'll see the tire playground from where you pulled into the parking lot.
Tips: Bring hiking poles for stream crossings and rocky terrain. At least one liter of water per person for the hike.
> We didn't bother with hiking poles and we were fine. The stream crossings are pretty basic. The one liter of water, per person is solid advice. Especially went it's frigging hot out!
Here's the route we took.
And of course, I've got photos!
Friday, July 17, 2015
I had this hair brained scheme to NFC tag the plants in our garden. The thinking was, it would be easier to keep track of them if all I had to do was hover my phone over a tag and recite a status update. So I ordered some basic NFC tag stickers from eBay, stuck them to Popsicle sticks, labeled them with a permanent marker, and placed them next to the plants I wanted to track. Here's how the setup looked a little over a week ago:
Today, here are the same two tags:
Keep in mind, that over the last week we've had a number of major rain storms. It's pretty amazing, other than the stickers wanting to peel off a bit, they are in fine shape. They still scan just fine and the Sharpie writing is still visible. I'm actually quite impressed. The eBay seller promised they were water proof and they appear to be.
I've also stuck some of these stickers to jars to test out tracking some vodka infusions we're doing. The sticker that I didn't flub up (see below) is working well. It's inside a cabinet, so no big surprise there.
There have been, however a number of lessons learned:
- Don't stick the stickers on anything metal. In hindsight, this is obvious, but my first move was to stick the NFC tag to a metal jar lid. Of course it doesn't work. Which leads me to my next gotcha...
- Don't expect to peel these off and re-use them. I tried to salvage the NFC tag that I stuck to the top of the jar, and I was mostly able to peel it off. But it's nowhere near as reliable as the one that I just stuck to the glass side of the jar in the first place. Placing the stickers on popsicle sticks works fine.
- Don't try to back the stickers with duct tape. I figured I could get the tags to stop peeling if I filled in the edges with duct tape. I can't explain the properties of duct tape (or perhaps the glue?) that makes the tags not work, but I can tell you, they don't work. Or they didn't work for me. I ran a few other tests and found that I could turn a strip of duct tape into a stylus for my touch screen, so something is definitely up with it.
All in all, the tags are surviving well and I'm finding the logging to be painless. Will they last for months? Time will tell, but so far, so good.
Well here's a fungus that wasn't very hard to identify:
That baby there is a Phallus rubicundus and there's almost nothing appealing about this guy (other than how cool he looks). As a human, he's not really our friend, what with being part of the stinkhorn family and all (and thus, stinking). But if you're a fly, he's positively bad news:
But a more effective form of spore dispersal begins when the flies feverishly sponge up the sticky, stinky syrup, consuming as much as 80 percent of their body weight in stinkhorn slime in a single day. The putrid breakfast doesn't sit well with a fly's digestive system. When a bout of diarrhea ensues, intact stinkhorn spores make their exit. Each resulting fly speck can contain more than 22 million stinkhorn spores.
Now that's a rough morning if you're a fly.
Incidentally, I happened to catch this photo at just the right time. If this timeline is to be believed, then by noon, this would have been little more than a wilting stalk.
Crazy world, the world of fungi.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
NASA's Curiosity rover took its first test stroll Wednesday Aug. 22, 2012, and beamed back pictures of its accomplishment in the form of track marks in the Martian soil. Careful inspection of the tracks reveals a unique, repeating pattern, which the rover can use as a visual reference to drive more accurately in barren terrain. The pattern is Morse code for JPL, the abbreviation for NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, Calif., where the rover was designed and built, and the mission is managed.
The use of Morse Code isn't just an Easter Egg for the nerds back home. It's got a fancy name and everything:
This driving tool, called visual odometry, allows the rover to use images of landscape features to determine if it has traveled as far as predicted, or if its wheels have slipped. For example, when the rover drives on high slopes or across loose soil, it will routinely stop to check its progress. By measuring its distance relative to dozens of prominent features like pebbles or shadows on rocks -- or patterns in its tracks -- the rover can check how much its wheels may have slipped. If Curiosity has not slipped too much, it can then re-plan the next leg of its drive, taking its actual position into account.
And here's what the Morse Code generating tracks look like:
Like I said functional simplicity and vast utility.
Sundials fit nicely into that cluster of technology I'm so fond of. They are like Morse Code compared to text messaging, a Foxhole Radio compared to High Def TV or netcat compared to Firefox. These technologies trade ease of use for functional simplicity and a vast amount of utility.
OK, so I like sundials. Here's one that takes 10 minutes to make and requires minimal supplies. Our good friend's at NASA provide the paper template, you'll need to provide the scissors and tape. Here's my crudely constructed version:
Note that I snapped the photo at 8:59am, so the time isn't exactly right, but it's pretty dang accurate given all the variables involved.
Speaking of variables, this sundial ties together 3 factors: compass direction, latitude and of course, time. So in theory, if you know two of these elements, you can figure out the third. Paper compass, anyone? Pretty nifty, right?
Here are more sundials you can construct with minimal materials. I think this project is crying out for an Altoids Tin version, which would make for an updated version of this classic project. I should so get on that.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Height to 10 ft. Leaves 4 - 8 in; toothed; brown-velvety, as are the buds and twigs. Buds naked (without protective scales). Flower clusters white (May - June). Fruits ovoid, at first red, then darker. A shrub commonly seen in wet areas or along streams ...
As you can tell from the above photos, the leaves are toothed, and while most of the berries are red, some are much darker. The samples I found grew relatively close to a stream, so all that checks out. The pictures that accompany the above description also appear to match. And the berries are edible, though one source lists them as possess[ing] a slightly bitter, spicy flavor. Yum.
One common rule, is to avoid red smooth berries because they are often poisonous. And of course, Hobblebush is an exception to this rule.
As for the one I can't name, check out this beauty:
The plant has red stems, leaves with red veins and friggin tentacles surrounding the soon-to-bust-out flower. How can I not find this guy on the web? If you know its name, please share in the comments.
One thing I've learned about plant identification is how the right life stage can make all the difference. Trying to identify raspberries before they have become tasty fruit was super tricky. But once the fruit was fully visible, it was trivial. So I'm thinking I'll make it a point to pass the above mystery plant over the next couple weeks and see what it turns into.
Monday, July 13, 2015
I did a little prep work for our adventure by stopping by Fletcher's Boat House. I picked up a DC fishing license and some live bait: night crawlers and clam snouts. (The night crawlers were a winner; the clam snouts a dud.) So I felt at least somewhat prepared. As for where to fish, there's a ton of options in our area. Some of the nearby parks even offer fishing as a designated activity. In the end we decided we'd focus on two areas: East Potomac Park and fishing along the Potomac Heritage Trail (PHT). I suggested the former because I'd regularly seen fishermen there, and the latter because I figured we'd get a nice hike in if nothing else.
We started the day at around 5:50am on East Potomac Park and pretty quickly started catching fish. Small fish (OK, tiny fish in some cases), but fish none the less. In fact, within an hour we'd all caught something. After a couple hours of fishing we packed up and drove over to Theodore Roosevelt Island, where we parked and started hiking the PHT. We quickly found a number of promising fishing locations and even caught a couple of fish, though by the time we'd hiked to Windy Run (1.5 miles down the PHT) it was pretty clear that the fish weren't buying what we were selling.
The most frustrating part of the day: throughout the day, we saw massive fish jumping where we were fishing. Seriously, they were just mocking us. But hey, it was nice to know that the big ones are in there.
We really did have an amazing time. And it's pretty awesome to consider that we didn't need to go any further than a 10 minute drive to hit very promising fishing. It was a worthy addition to our annual fishing trips and I very much look forward to many more!