Cabela’s – Cathedral for the Outdoor Person

What a store! Yesterday my sister and her husband, Linda and Rich, drove to Cabela’s in Hamburg Pennsylvania. It is an impressive store outside. It is a remarkable store inside.

Nuts and bolts for most all outdoor sport – hunting, fishing, hiking, camping, canoeing, kayaking are some. Clothing, footwear, equipment, supplies, gear, incidentals, how-to books, and so much more and shelved in each distinct department. Noticeable on entering the store are the many and large displays of mounted wildlife from North America and beyond.

A large display of a high rocky mountainside dominates the rear of the main floor. You get somewhat of an idea of this in the picture above. Other parts of the store host other displays.

It struck me that this store is almost Cathedral-like. Perhaps it is a Cathedral of the Great American Outdoor Sports of fishing, hunting and hiking.  It is peopled by folk who come to share and perhaps partake of its goods.

Below see me in front of Cabela’s, Monday June 7, 2010.

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New Jersey March 2010 Nor’easter

It was raining when I arrived at Lin and Rich’s Ewing, New Jersey home. The storm intensified Friday and continued Saturday and Sunday diminishing on Monday.

Today, Tuesday, the sun shines. You can see some of my images of the storm damage on my flickr account – click here to go to these images. I must say, traveling has it surprises. Hm . . .  that is what help make it so much fun.

Rochester to Lin & Rich’s

11 Mar 2010 – Thursday morning I boarded the Amtrak Empire Service for Penn Station, NYC transferring to a NJ Transit Express for the trip to the Hamilton Station where Lin and Rich met me.

It was an easy and uneventful trip. The train was half an hour late into Albany but nearly on time into Penn Station.

The track from Albany down the Hudson is good. The train, according to my Garmin GPS [map 60CSx], with which I was tracking the trip, reached a top speed, between the two, of 112 mph.

The connection with the NJ Transit couldn’t have been better. I went up from track level to the expansive street level lobby. Purchasing a ticket on one of the many vending machines, I heard the final boarding call for an express train south on the Northeast Corridor.

It must have brought a smile to others watching me run with my suitcase and wearing my backpack. The many two level cars were full as I joined the last-minute rush to catch the train. Thankfully I found a place to comfortably – well sort of comfortably – stand.

It didn’t take longer than fifty-five minutes and soon meet up with Rich and Lin at the Hamilton station.