Another American Adventure: The "Hog"

Monday, July 9, 2012

The "Hog"

If you are visiting in Wellsville on a Friday night, the chances are high that you will be eating a beer battered fish dinner at the "Hog": The Mahogany Ridge restaurant and bar - "hog" for short - in nearby Scio.

Since this was "Fiji weather" - hot and humid - we put the top down for the drive over. Knowing what hot and humid is in Florida, I don't think we were quite at the Fiji level, but it was warm for western NY state.

Friends have been gathering here for years, and we had a table full.

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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.