Sunday, May 7, 2006

The Hippy Has Begun

This is David Gray, updating on behalf of David Walters. Jeff Chambers and I dropped the cheese monster off at the start of the Appalachian Trail in Northwest Georiga at Springer Mountain. We got to Alcolola State Park at about 4 AM after driving 13 hours through the backwoods of West Viriginia and Tennessee. We slept from 4 AM to about 6 AM in the Sonata, then drove to about a mile near the start of the trail. JC and I are both a little concerned for Walters well-being as we all walked a mile in the wrong direction of the trail, until we realized we were not going the right direction. Eventually, we figured it out, turned around - and headed back to the start. It is a beautiful view at the top of Springer Mountain, and there are two plaques that signal the beginning of the trail. We took pictures on Walters camera so I am sure he will post them later when he gets the opportunity. We hiked with him for about a mile before saying our good-byes. I am sure he is doing well and will post again after I talk to him when he gets to his first checkpoint. I would just like to add that Tennesse sells awesome fireworks that we cant get up north here, and JC and me loaded up - so hopefully I will have hands next time I update.

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At May 7, 2006 at 3:14 AM , Anonymous Jenna said...

While waiting for my 3 cups of coffee to jolt my system (I am attempting to run 3, 2-hour runs, 3 days in a row), I dabbled on the internet and read the blog. To my surprise it was DPG! Glad to see all is well and yes, fireworks down south are like, amaaazziingg. If you ever hit South Of the Border while traveling back up to State College, please take some time to not only pose with the large ugly and tacky animal statues, but browse the fireworks tent. I assure that while most firework vendors there are extremely creepy, they are only there to simply bring to you only good times with fireworks. I had the privelage of buying massive amounts of them on our way to Myrtle Beach a few summers ago with my close friend Mandi. After I burried her twin sisters shoes in the sand and told her they were stolen, I think God punished me because I lit a firework and it got into my eye. That was probably not my favorite 4th of July weekend, but the fireworks sure were pretty. Maybe not the one that got into my eye, but as for the others, they were something to ohhh and ahhh about.

 

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