Or the Rocky Horror Picture Show, or even just Rocksylvania, but certainly not Rock Bottom.
What I'm trying to say is: Pennsylvania is a surprisingly great state to hike the Appalachian Trail in despite its proclivities towards rocks.
Ah, to be in the north! We write to you from Duncannon, outside of her very own jukebox saloon, pinball and pool hall included, and an upper story hotel to boot--an unadulterated slice on Americana, delivered to you directly in your eardrums...
What preceded? Oh, just some naked hiking, trail magic galore, touch football, high heat, jumping in lakes, rolling and rumbling in the hills, plenty night zazen, and none of that white shit in the kitchen--it's just too darn hot to cook!
I hike too--and my walking generally makes music, only if there's pineapple pizza tonight on the fire? If we can beat the storm..."Don't hug any trees if there's lightning" --Mom
I will never cut my hair. I'm a pacifist for chrissakes!
And with these parting words, I walk north to the Jersey Shore for Independence Day: The woods are my home, my freight train, my womb--deliver me! Let's see how I do.
With Kerouac and attempted mind-space--
B
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