Eagles Mere: What’s the big deal?

What’s so interesting about Eagles Mere, Pennsylvania? It’s not the 121 total population. It’s not the $82,000 median household income. Or the fact that the majority of the population is over 60. The eclectic shops and houses aren’t even that much to write about.

So what is it? I’ve been going to Eagles Mere for as long as I can remember and I always look forward to it. Nestled in the mountains of central Pennsylvania, the little borough is similar to a hidden treasure that only people who already know its there go and find.

The Journey

In a departure from previous trips into the mountain town, this time I went alone and on my 1985 Honda Nighthawk. Since acquiring the bike a couple years ago, I have been amazed how roads I once traveled with dread, stuffed in the back of my parents eight passenger burgundy van with my brothers, now roll out in front of me with ease and grace.

Now more than ever, its the journey to Eagles Mere that is as enticing at the town itself. The last leg of the trip cuts off from the interstate and heads up the rolling hills that are so prevalent in the keystone state. A steady climb, maneuvering around smooth curves and downshifting to tap into the machines “get up and go” produces a physical sense of freedom and release.

But the town itself is also a great destination. It’s a destinations of peace and silence. Something that I’m sure is coveted by most people weighed down with the pressure and noise of everyday life. I know I long for it.

I talked with a man who has lived in Eagles Mere for six years, and he described it as “different.”  Much of that is due to the lake.

The lake

Aside from the journey, Eagles Mere lake is the number 1 reason I return. It’s the solitude the lake provides, so far from the drone of interstate traffic, horns honking in the city and the general business of a metropolis.

Ever since I was a kid my family and I would go to the lake and hike around it. We rarely saw other people on the path and for some brief moments it was like we were the only people on the planet.

I don’t think I will ever get tired of returning to that hidden getaway. And I hope it never changes.


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