Today was a momentous day.
All the springs and streams are flowing with Yuengling (I was hoping for Troegs or Weyerbacher, but hikers and/or beggars can’t really be choosers and all that stuff). The woods are filled with the scent of pierogies and halushki. The roads are filled with Harleys and beat up Camaros. The people say “yous guys” or “yinzers” instead of God forsaken “y’all”. Ahh home sweet home. Funny enough, the first water source we hit in PA had a warning sign to not touch it at all because it had been contaminated with wastewater a couple weeks ago. Not only don’t drink it, but don’t touch it! Ha it’s good to be home. Continue reading