Rail-Trails Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and New York

Rail-Trails Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and New York

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by Rails-to-Trails Conservancy
     
 

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Across the country, more than 1,600 unused railroad corridors have been converted to level, public, multiuse trails, where people can enjoy a fitness run, a leisurely bike ride, or a stroll with the family. In this newest addition to the popular series, the Rails-to-Trails Conservancy presents the Northeast’s finest rail-trails. Rail-Trails Northeast

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Across the country, more than 1,600 unused railroad corridors have been converted to level, public, multiuse trails, where people can enjoy a fitness run, a leisurely bike ride, or a stroll with the family. In this newest addition to the popular series, the Rails-to-Trails Conservancy presents the Northeast’s finest rail-trails. Rail-Trails Northeast covers one hundred of New Jersey, New York, and Pennsylvania’s rail-trails. With a rich industrial and passenger rail history, the Northeast is one of the densest rail-trail regions in the country. Rural, suburban, or urban, rail-trails serve as the backbone of an impressive trail system. This two-color book includes succinct descriptions of each trail from start to finish, plus at-a-glance summary information indicating permitted uses, surface type, length, and directions to trailheads for each trail. Every trip has a detailed map that includes start and end points, trailhead, parking, restroom facilities, and other amenities.

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ISBN-13:
9780899976495
Publisher:
Wilderness Press
Publication date:
01/25/2011
Series:
Rail-Trails
Pages:
360
Sales rank:
221,966
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.10(d)

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