
In late June, the Odell Family took a long weekend camping trip with their friends, the Herrs, to a lovely place in the Laurel Highlands in southwestern Pennsylvania called Ohiopyle State Park. The crowing jewel of the area is the Youghiogheny River, or "the Yough" as it is affectionately named. This beautiful river carved out a pristine valley and boasts some of the best whitewater in the eastern United States.
The two families rode bicycles on the Youghiogheny River Bike Trail, enjoyed outdoor cooking, ate ice cream in the town of Ohiopyle, and rafted the whitewater of the Lower Yough. They also spent alot of time in the screen tent due to an amazing amount of rain.
Although it did not rain the entire time they were in Ohiopyle, it always seemed to rain right about the time they were preparing meals. Some meals were prepared under an umbrella, or under the porch roof of the Herr's pop-up camper. It often rained at night, which made a soothing sound on the rooves of the tents, enabling Mom to actually get a decent night's sleep. And it kept the campground pretty quiet, too.
But generally, the weather was good enough to pursue all the outdoor activities. One day, they biked part of the trail, admiring the Yough and all the rafters from a former railroad bridge 100 feet above the river. After the bike ride, the families enjoyed ice cream in the tiny, but busy town. The young man in the front on the right is Evan Howard, a cousin of the Odell children. He is from Florida, and all this was brand new to him.
The next day was the big expedition down the Lower Yough. In two rafts, each manned with an experienced guide, the families plowed, smashed and splashed their way through each set of rapids on that incredible stretch of river. The rapids had names such as Snaggletooth, and Double Hydraulics. Through the calm stretches, they swam, rolled with kayakers by clinging to their boats, and jumped 20 feet into a deep hole from a rock known as Jump Rock. Fortunately, everyone stayed in their rafts, one only barely. No names mentioned.
The campground was deep in the woods, and lush and green from all the rain that season. One morning early, a luna moth was discovered resting on the window of the bathhouse. The area is rich in bird life, and the highlights were indigo buntings, scarlet tanagers, and views of flocks of cedar waxwings, but this time, the birders were looking down on them from the railroad bridge over the river. Redstarts, Veeries, Common Yellow-throats, Hooded Warblers, Wood Thrushes, and Black-throated Green Warblers were also spotted. A family of Common Mergansers was observed playing in the whitewater.
And there was plenty of time for fun and silliness.
Margaret, who once had an unpleasant run-in with whitewater on the Snake River, was not the least bit hesitant to launch off on this adventure. "Next year," she says, "it's the Upper Yough for me! Class V, Baby!" Never mind that it is Class IV and V rapids with a 5-mile stretch of continuous whitewater, and that she won't be old enough for that trip for another 3 years, one has to admire her spirit.
Reported by Mom