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Appalachian Trail Travel Blog

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As many times as I've heard praise sung of the Appalachian Trail, it had never ranked high on my list of things to do.  I thought of the Parthanon, the Pyramids and Paris at night but never what lies right up the road from home.
Last month I was recovering from the loss of two loved ones as well as trouble at work and home... I just needed to get away from the city to get my head right.  I called up a friend in Pennsylvania and asked him to guide me away from city lights for a while...
fantastic idea.

He drove me through fields and along lakes like I'd never seen.  There was rocky terrain, hills, mountains, vallies, rivers, lakes, woods and grassy knolls... It was everything but concrete.
  It was just what I needed.  He took me zigging and zagging through forests and towns so small they would give Mayberry a Starbucks of its own.  I know we started near Harrisburg but where exactly we ended up, I couldn't tell you.  All I remember is that one minute we were on some country route, whipping through the hills and then we were on a small gravel road that didn't look unlike a driveway and it led us up to a small rope bridge and a path.

"I think I hear banjos playing the theme from Deliverance..." I mumbled.
"Haha, no.  If anything its some hippies having a love in up on the hill.  We're on the Appalachian Trail."

We hiked up, up and up some more along the rocky path.  It seemed almost as if it were made for hiking... the stones lined up perfectly as stairs for a good part of the journey.
   Half way up, under the sorely placed, humming power lines we got a whiff of patchouli and pot.  There were a few hippies smiling hugely and tangling their linens around each other.  ...we just kept moving, leaving them to the beautiful view and Jerry Garcia.

After about 4 miles we reached Table Rock at the top of the mountain.  Everything was silent except for the breeze.  At the peak, there was a little groove in the rock that fit like an easy chair.  We sat down and dangled our feet over the edge, taking in the depth of the view.  It was incredible.  My poor little Canon Powershot couldn't hope to do it justice.

Feeling new, though slightly sweaty, we walked back, climbed in the car, and played Manu Chao for the return.  Correr es mi destino...  it really doesn't sound like such a bad gig when the land is as kind to you as it was for us that day...


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