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A couple of readers wanted to know why we were holding out on the Bake Oven Knob tale mentioned last week, so for you guys, here it is...
The Bake Oven Knob Shelter in the Lehigh Valley, about 20 miles from Allentown, can best be described as a log version of a bus shelter. It's meant to provide a sleepover spot for bird watchers or a few campers as they hike the Appalachian Trail.
It's not a place for the faint of heart. You have to clamber uphill over a boulder field to get to the site. Once you're there, don't count on getting a good night's rest.
Very weird things happen around the Knob. The forest can turn from bright sunlight to complete darkness within a couple of steps. And at night, you can hear eerie murmurs and whispers in the woods, often followed by the Bake Knob beast.
One group saw a huge, shadowy entity 500 feet away from the shelter coming up Kittatinny Ridge in the middle of the night. It frightened them so much that they rolled up their sleeping bags, stuffed their gear into their rucksacks, and stumbled up the trail in the darkness rather than wait to get close up and personal with their visitor.
No one knows for sure if there's a spirit that haunts the Kittatinny ridge, but a frightful creature has been associated with the area since the days of the Delaware Indians.
It could be a misty spook; no one has ever been able to describe it with any more detail than as a glowing, red-eyed blob. Some speculate that it's a Blue Mountain Bigfoot, or maybe just a noisy feral woodland critter.
In addition, there's a local legend of a ghostly hiker, the shade of an outdoor enthusiast who fell to his death from Bake Knob's outlook and still walks the trails.
So hey, spend the day spook-hunting at the sanctuary, then cross the Kittatinny ridge and spend the night at the shelter. See what trick or treats this Halloween holds...
4 comments:
Hey guys - great stories. One word of caution, though. Be careful at Buck Hill Inn. It is private property, and if the guards or local cops catch you red-handed roaming the property, they'll not think twice about charging you with trespassing.
So full of shit it's not funny ... cute story though. I'm a local, been all along that Ridge for 30 years. Whatever keeps a viewer reading your blog though I guess.
Been going to the Bake Oven lean to since the mid-60's.Nothing unusual to report except My Kooky friends
Camped at the knob and at the shelter many times in the 1970s and never had an issue until one time while camping at the shelter we did see something in the woods that we couldn't identify. It scared us bad enough that we decided to pack up our stuff and head back to the car. It was weird and I know it sounds stupid but it reminded me of a camel walking on 2 legs. The sight of it gave an instant panic feeling
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