Whispering Oaks

Over the long weekend we drove to the Cook Forest area of Pennsylvania for some fresh air and relaxation.

Our first stop on Saturday was the Quaker Steak and Lube in Erie, PA. Whenever we drive this route, we stop at Peach Street in Erie. I call this street Steak Row because of the inordinate number of low budget steakhouses visible from the highway. Last time through, we tried the Steak and Shake, which I would not recommend, however the Quaker Steak and Lube experience was excellent. My expectations were low going in, but I was pleasantly surprised. We had a great meal there. Days later Jeremy was still talking about it. He’s probably still thinking about it right now.

Our destination for the weekend was a cabin in a small park called Whispering Oaks. We stayed in their mini cabin. It’s just the right amount of space for two people and the most secluded of the cabins on the property.

On Sunday we hit the trails of Cook Forest State Park. It was a relatively nice day, although a bit chilly for my taste. As far as scenery goes, we picked a great time to go. The foliage was in the midst of the colour change. This was the first time we’ve been there in the fall and it was lovely.

This was also the first time we’ve gone for a walk in the woods with both of us appropriately equipt and outfitted. Traditionally on adventures such as this, one of us forgets one or more of the following: gloves, ear muffs, memory cards or beverages. Then, one of us has an allergy attack, dead camera batteries, or forgets to use the potty in advance. On this outing, we walked 2 ½ trials and climbed the stairs of a 120 ft water tower without incident. We rock!

You know, I think I’m done with tent camping. Up until a few years ago I loved it and looked forward to it every summer. Since we stayed in this cabin for the first time a few years ago, our tent has remained unused in the garage. The cabin has the best of both worlds. A rustic experience in a nature setting but with a private bathroom and a 10 cup coffee maker. In fact, when I was getting too cold roasting my hot dogs over the coals of our campfire, I went inside and finished them off in the microwave. Then we cranked up the furnace, made hot chocolate and watched Robot Chicken on Jeremy’s laptop.

That’s what I’m talking about!

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