smells like hippie
Appalachian Trail Travel Blog› entry 1 of 1 › view all entries
August 14th, 2007 – by: amyblueshoes
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...
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.
"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.
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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