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Between frequent walks outside (no matter the temperature) and remembering to take advantage of our local cultural amenities and fun downtown restaurant scene, it’s getting far easier to experience winters in State College that feel restful, rejuvenating, and fun instead of long and dreary.

Flights out of State College are typically pricier than Pittsburgh, Philly, or Harrisburg, but it’s wonderful to have the option to treat yourself to this ultra-convenient way to travel.

It’s been interesting to notice how a slowed-down pace of life, connection with community, and the stability that comes with time spent outdoors, still – seemingly automatically – infuse day to day life in small doses, even in times when I feel quite disconnected from it all.

Skiers here like to say that if you can ski Tussey Mountain, you can ski anywhere. Here's how one local family makes the most of our local gem of a mountain.

I’ve been sharing State College stories with you for almost a full year now and I’m constantly amazed by how different my experience is these days. I’m delighted to report that I’ve found the tip of a really wonderful community iceberg.

I’m doing my best to intentionally scoop up and soak in these “catch them while you can” moments before they’re gone again for another year. And in true State College fashion, my Fall Highlight Reel is gathering memorable experiences both big and so small that you might totally miss them if you didn’t live in a place that allowed you to regularly slow down and notice.

Maybe it’s because fall feels a little more mysteeeerious than all of the other seasons. But lately, I’m becoming aware of something interesting. State College is full of secret trap doors.

Wow. October has been filled with so many experiences I’ve wanted to share with you! To start us off, here are 5 things that have pleasantly surprised me this month, in no particular order.

Maggie Anderson is into implied breakfast sandwich puns. Especially when they involve freshly baked rolls and roasted red pepper cream cheese.

I wrote the whole place off in one “It’s just for kids!” swoop and never looked back. Until this summer.